Comments on: Chapter # 2, “KILLER” THE ‘COON HOUND http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/ Just another WordPress weblog Fri, 10 Feb 2012 21:51:37 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 By: Mud Hen http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-480 Mud Hen Wed, 06 Aug 2008 02:37:22 +0000 http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-480 Weeelll...my ol daddy never took me coon huntin...nor did he give me the joy of dickerin' fer a dog like you did...maybe he kept me from some pretty amazin' experiences...or maybe just a whole lot of misery! Hope ol' Killer somehow found a place to be hisself...to the utmost! mh Weeelll…my ol daddy never took me coon huntin…nor did he give me the joy of dickerin’ fer a dog like you did…maybe he kept me from some pretty amazin’ experiences…or maybe just a whole lot of misery!
Hope ol’ Killer somehow found a place to be hisself…to the utmost!
mh

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-477 Anonymous Mon, 04 Aug 2008 02:03:46 +0000 http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-477 Ah, yes, horseback. That's the preferred way to foxhunt, but the advent of the barbed wire fences in Missouri brought that to an end. I can remember the jumping mules, though. Some of the foxhunters would bring mules to the big foxhunt meets I went to as a kid, along with a blanket. The mule rider would throw a blanket over the barbed wire and the mule would jump the fence. The rider would remount and follow the hunt. Hadn't thought of that in years.Cherylp Ah, yes, horseback. That’s the preferred way to foxhunt, but the advent of the barbed wire fences in Missouri brought that to an end. I can remember the jumping mules, though. Some of the foxhunters would bring mules to the big foxhunt meets I went to as a kid, along with a blanket. The mule rider would throw a blanket over the barbed wire and the mule would jump the fence. The rider would remount and follow the hunt. Hadn’t thought of that in years.Cherylp

]]> By: ctowne http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-476 ctowne Sat, 02 Aug 2008 22:38:13 +0000 http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-476 Dear B and CherylP, As I remember, they told me that coon hunting was supposed to build character in a lad. I can attest to the truth of this as most of my life I have been accused of being a "character." CherylP, I guess I come from another era, another time that is gone forever. We hunted fox and 'coon throughout the bottom lands of the Fox River valley in Illinois by horse at times. We would follow the dogs from island to island, always trying to stay close enough to the dogs so we could rescue them if a wily old coon decided to turn the tables and drown the dog by climbing onto his head in mid stream. Those were exciting nights and that was another time. I count myself most fortunate for having lived and experienced it. It is always a pleasure Cherylp, you take care now ya hear, Chaz Dear B and CherylP,
As I remember, they told me that coon hunting was supposed to build character in a lad. I can attest to the truth of this as most of my life I have been accused of being a “character.”

CherylP, I guess I come from another era, another time that is gone forever. We hunted fox and ‘coon throughout the bottom lands of the Fox River valley in Illinois by horse at times. We would follow the dogs from island to island, always trying to stay close enough to the dogs so we could rescue them if a wily old coon decided to turn the tables and drown the dog by climbing onto his head in mid stream. Those were exciting nights and that was another time. I count myself most fortunate for having lived and experienced it.
It is always a pleasure Cherylp, you take care now ya hear,
Chaz

]]> By: Cheryl Peugh http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-475 Cheryl Peugh Sat, 02 Aug 2008 22:31:52 +0000 http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-475 Chaz, Man, does that bring back memories! My grandpa and my dad were wicked coonhunters. Since it was my maternal grandpa, no mystery as to why he approved my dad in a long line of suitors for Mom's hand. (The real mystery was why Mom approved!) Since I was a "gurl", Dad wouldn't let me go coonhunting. It was okay if I went fox-hunting, though. The difference being, he could keep me away from all those ripe stories and wicked brews, since they fox-hunted from vehicles. Coon hunting, though, you had to take on your feet, and I suppose he and grandpa reckoned that little pitchers had big ears. So he and grandpa would only tell me stories about coonhunts with all that stuff cut out of it. That being, I recognized Killer right away! I think Grandpa had Killer's sire, yessireebob, I do. CherylP Chaz,
Man, does that bring back memories! My grandpa and my dad were wicked coonhunters. Since it was my maternal grandpa, no mystery as to why he approved my dad in a long line of suitors for Mom’s hand. (The real mystery was why Mom approved!)

Since I was a “gurl”, Dad wouldn’t let me go coonhunting. It was okay if I went fox-hunting, though. The difference being, he could keep me away from all those ripe stories and wicked brews, since they fox-hunted from vehicles. Coon hunting, though, you had to take on your feet, and I suppose he and grandpa reckoned that little pitchers had big ears.

So he and grandpa would only tell me stories about coonhunts with all that stuff cut out of it. That being, I recognized Killer right away! I think Grandpa had Killer’s sire, yessireebob, I do.
CherylP

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-474 Anonymous Sat, 02 Aug 2008 22:29:50 +0000 http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-474 I remember me begging Uncle Elmer to take me coon hunting. Finally, just to shut me up, he did. I spent a week that night hunting for that little masked devil. It was two coon hunts in one.......my first and last. B I remember me begging Uncle Elmer to take me coon hunting. Finally, just to shut me up, he did. I spent a week that night hunting for that little masked devil. It was two coon hunts in one…….my first and last.

B

]]> By: ctowne http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-473 ctowne Sat, 02 Aug 2008 03:23:55 +0000 http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-473 Chaz, If it is the "original" rusty horseshoe nail I would like half a dozen of them with original copies of the story and certificates of authenticity. I know you would never bamboozle a fellow coonhunter unless there was a full moon, or not. You spin a wicked yarn bubba. Chaz,
If it is the “original” rusty horseshoe nail I would like half a dozen of them with original copies of the story and certificates of authenticity.
I know you would never bamboozle a fellow coonhunter unless there was a full moon, or not.
You spin a wicked yarn bubba.

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-472 Anonymous Sat, 02 Aug 2008 03:12:29 +0000 http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-472 Chaz, Man do you ever bring back memories. I can remember as a boy going into the woods and following the dogs with my father and his friends. We also met other hunters and whenever that happened there was always a little haggling and trading that took place as the men would pass around a bottle of some wicked brew. Dad had a dog just like Killer one time, that dog never would hunt and as I remember dad gave him away one moonlit night. The thing that always confused me was THAT the men seldom shot a coon, just enough to give the dogs something to look forward to and then that coon was cooked at one of the men's homes and they would sit around and tell hunting lies,drink beer and eat that old tough coon. I never could eat any of that meat. Keep writing. S&N Chaz,
Man do you ever bring back memories. I can remember as a boy going into the woods and following the dogs with my father and his friends.
We also met other hunters and whenever that happened there was always a little haggling and trading that took place as the men would pass around a bottle of some wicked brew.
Dad had a dog just like Killer one time, that dog never would hunt and as I remember dad gave him away one moonlit night.
The thing that always confused me was THAT the men seldom shot a coon, just enough to give the dogs something to look forward to and then that coon was cooked at one of the men’s homes and they would sit around and tell hunting lies,drink beer and eat that old tough coon. I never could eat any of that meat. Keep writing.
S&N

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-470 Anonymous Fri, 01 Aug 2008 01:48:22 +0000 http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-470 "Man's best friend", "Faithful compaion", Somehow I can't see "Killer" deserving of any of those titles. It sounds like you had the original Kujo! BJ “Man’s best friend”, “Faithful compaion”, Somehow I can’t see “Killer” deserving of any of those titles. It sounds like you had the original Kujo!
BJ

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-469 Anonymous Fri, 01 Aug 2008 01:40:51 +0000 http://www.heartofthe.com/writer/91/#comment-469 I bet you almost felt sorry for taking advantage of that hunter the way you did. It is quite obvious that Killer was a fine example OF canine dementia. All killer needed was for you to take him home and let him sleep on your bed. He just wanted respect, that’s all. A fellow dog trader I bet you almost felt sorry for taking advantage of that hunter the way you did. It is quite obvious that Killer was a fine example OF canine dementia.
All killer needed was for you to take him home and let him sleep on your bed. He just wanted respect, that’s all.
A fellow dog trader

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