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Post by Admin on Apr 9, 2014 14:36:09 GMT -5
Well, Ol' Blue just woke up and meandered off the patio. He wuz wantin' to crawl his lazy butt underneath the porch, but with it being poured concrete, he was just confused. [laughing] I got to take him out coon huntin' purty soon, cuz he's got cabin fever. Heck, he tree'd a cat last night
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Post by Admin on Apr 9, 2014 14:38:26 GMT -5
Reminds me of this story:
A young cowboy from Wyoming goes off to college. Half way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered all his money.
He calls home. "Dad," he says, "You won't believe what modern education is developing! They actually have a program here in Laramie that will teach our dog, Ol' Blue how to talk!"
"That's amazing," his Dad says. "How do I get Ol' Blue in that program?"
"Just send him down here with $1,000" the young cowboy says. "I'll get him in the course."
So, his father sends the dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds of the way through the semester, the money again runs out. The boy calls home.
"So how's Ol' Blue doing son?" his father asks.
" Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't believe this - they've had such good results they have started to teach the animals how to read!"
"Read!?" says his father, "No kidding! How do we get Blue in that program?"
"Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class."
The money promptly arrives. But our hero has a problem. At the end of the year, his father will find out the dog can neither talk, nor read. So he shoots the dog.
When he arrives home at the end of the year, his father is all excited. "Where's Ol' Blue? I just can't wait to see him read something and talk!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Ol' Blue was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading the Wall Street Journal, like he usually does. Then he turned to me and asked, "So, is your daddy still messing' around with that little redhead who lives in town?"
The father exclaimed, "I hope you shot that son of a bitch before he talks to your Mother!"
"I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy!"
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Post by Steven B on Apr 9, 2014 17:24:50 GMT -5
boy you ain't right.......me sitting here trying to eat a bite of supper, have a little Pepsi with it, and the next thing I know------I've spit drink everywhere.........!@#$%$$@@* Thanks for the laugh......also....I guess thank you for making me clean up my computer room!
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Post by jlhooker on Apr 10, 2014 7:34:49 GMT -5
Your picture of Ol' blue brings back a lot of memories.I raised and con hunted Bluetick hounds for 20-30 years before I retired. JLHooker
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Post by dadfad on Apr 10, 2014 8:35:14 GMT -5
Well, Ol' Blue just woke up and meandered off the patio. He wuz wantin' to crawl his lazy butt underneath the porch, but with it being poured concrete, he was just confused. [laughing] I got to take him out coon huntin' purty soon, cuz he's got cabin fever. Heck, he tree'd a cat last night I've got a coon-hound too, Jim. Lilly, a black and tan. Doesn't hunt coon much, but she'll still tree one once in awhile out by the creek. When I first got her as a pup she'd try to run our two cats (from the living room to the dining room). They weren't afraid of her, but thought she was kind of a pest and... stupid I guess! So she'd run 'em into the dining room and they'd jump way up on top of our seven-foot high China cabinet, and she'd sit there and bark and howl and look at me as if to say "Don't just stand there, stupid. I tree'd 'em for ya, now go an' get your shotgun and blast 'em down." She's settled down a little since she's grown up. She'll chase a rabbit or a squirrel a few yards. (She earns her keep slightly by keeping the groundhogs out of my wife's garden. She makes pretty short work of them. About one shake and it's over.) But when we're out walking the creek, it still really gets her going when she sees a raccoon. Totally beyond control. She'll tree it and bark/whine/howel/snarl. Until I have to put a leash on her and drag her back to the house. (And then for a half hour she whines to get back out.) Funny how she'll half-way chase anything... a rabbit, squirrel, groundhog (or cat), but when it's a coon.... that dog-adrenaline really starts going! Lilly says "Woof"
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Post by Admin on Apr 11, 2014 7:37:33 GMT -5
John, that's a great looking black and tan. I bet she has a great mouth on her. Thanks for sharing.
Here's a good story about coon hounds.
One Hell of a Dog
Written by Zachary Langford
The night was young the dogs were ready and the old man could feel an eerie feelin in his bones that tonight somethin bad is goin to happen. But feelins’ have steered him wrong before so he pays no attention to bad feeling. He grabs his light, kisses his wife bye, and heads to the dog pin to grab Ole Blue.
Ole Blue was a hell of a hound worth more than any dog in the world, or at least that’s what the old man thought. If Ole Blue started treeing you better head towards the tree because you can guarantee that there will be a coon in that tree. The day that dog miss- trees will be the day that I start hunting walkers and stop huntin red and blue ticks. In other words that dog aint gonna miss.
As the old man got closer to his ancient old huntin spot the feeling that struck him earlier haunts him even worse. He parks the truck takes a deep breath and says, “Be with me tonight dear god.” He gets the old blue tick out of the dog box and whispers to the dog, “Be extra careful tonight little man.” He lets the dog off the lead and watches him head into the woods, the fired off like a cannon.
The dog tracked through the woods for about five minutes then struck, he was hot on the trail now. The dog trailed that coon for around five minutes then treed hard. The old man turned on his light and headed toward the dog and he couldn’t help but to notice that he heard something else running through the woods, he was puzzled because it was way to big to be a deer and to fast to be a human. He then heard ole blue let a loud painful yelp and the old man just froze in his steps and listened thinking that coon may have jumped out and caught hold of ole blue then he heard sounds like a hog was near. He then knew that coon hadn’t caught hold of ole blue a hog had so he went as fast as he could to get to the dog. When he got to the dog the fight was on and the dog wasn’t doin so hot. He grabbed his gun off his shoulder cocked and fired nine rounds into that big ole hog and it dropped dead. But then he noticed that hog wasn’t all that looked dead. He fell to his knees by the old dog and the dog was still breathing so he said a little prayer,” lord I have been all over the place with this dog amazed every coon hunter within a thousand miles and I have raised this dog from its birth fifteen years ago. Please don’t take him from me now.” He picked up his gun and dog, and headed towards the pick-up, he raced down the road and when he got to the house he bandaged up the dog best he could. He laid that dog down on a comfortable pallet in the floor and went to bed. The next morning he went to check the ole dog and when he found the dog he wasn’t breathing. A tear came to the old mans eye and he said” I will never forget you and I will always make you proud, I will never find another dog as good as you.” He buried the dog under the willow next to the house and fixed up a nice grave stone.
The old man hunted for the next twenty years and he always thought of ole blue. Like he said he never found a better dog. He died twenty years later at the age of 89 he was buried next to the dog under the old willow.
Wrote by an American coonhunter: Zachary Langford
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