Post by GrannyG on Apr 25, 2010 17:45:22 GMT -6
There is something sacred to old moonlight
hunters. and that is their dogs. They are upheld
as idolic critters of the night, their eerie
baying at unseen spirits of the dark, and
noses that can sniff out a coon in the next
county. At one time, we had thirteen of
them, each named, each special, each with
an inborn sense of finding that coon and
treeing him. Benny loved to go out with
the boys, they roamed the hillsides,
the thickets, and valleys all over this
county. Oh, the funny stories they would
tell, each one boasting on his dog, but
our friend Ray takes the cake. His old
dog Emmit was one of the best around,
and dearly envied by all of the coon
hunters. Even old Sammy, with all of his
trophies, did not compare to the skill
old Emmit had in his nose. We ran into
Ray and Ava at the cafe yesterday, and of
course the stories began..and this one is
surely one of the best....
Ray, the dogs, and the rest of the guys went
out hunting south of town, in the thick
thickets, you can't even squeeze through
them, and they spent hours treeing the
coons and taking care of the over-population
of the night critters. They called the dogs
in and all of them returned to the dog boxes
except Old Emmit. Ray called and called,
and became more distraught as the hours
wore on, searched the tank to see if he was
there, no Emmit, searched the surrounds,
no Emmit, and finally, in the wee hours of
the morning, and with a heavy heart, he
made the distressing call to Ava...."Hon,
we lost Emmit, can't find him no where,
I am going to stay out here till light, I gotta'
find him"
Ava replied, "Well, you didn't loose him, he's
right here with me, he came home about
10:30 PM"....
and now the rest of the story.....Old Emmit had
indeed taken off from the pack, and he ended
up at some lady's house. She found his name
and phone number on his tags, and called Ava.
She offered to bring the dog to her if Ava would
meet her half-way, as she did not know how to
find her house and it was dark. Ava drove down
to the main highway and waited for the lady
to bring Old Emmit home. The lady turned the
dog over to her and told the funny story of bringing
Emmit back home. She stated that Emmit knew
every turn of the road, and if she made the wrong
turn, he would start barking at her, she would retrace
her route and continue on, and he would wag his
tail. Ray now has a big brag......
"My dog not only knows how to hitch-hike, he knows
how to tell them to get to my house !"
hunters. and that is their dogs. They are upheld
as idolic critters of the night, their eerie
baying at unseen spirits of the dark, and
noses that can sniff out a coon in the next
county. At one time, we had thirteen of
them, each named, each special, each with
an inborn sense of finding that coon and
treeing him. Benny loved to go out with
the boys, they roamed the hillsides,
the thickets, and valleys all over this
county. Oh, the funny stories they would
tell, each one boasting on his dog, but
our friend Ray takes the cake. His old
dog Emmit was one of the best around,
and dearly envied by all of the coon
hunters. Even old Sammy, with all of his
trophies, did not compare to the skill
old Emmit had in his nose. We ran into
Ray and Ava at the cafe yesterday, and of
course the stories began..and this one is
surely one of the best....
Ray, the dogs, and the rest of the guys went
out hunting south of town, in the thick
thickets, you can't even squeeze through
them, and they spent hours treeing the
coons and taking care of the over-population
of the night critters. They called the dogs
in and all of them returned to the dog boxes
except Old Emmit. Ray called and called,
and became more distraught as the hours
wore on, searched the tank to see if he was
there, no Emmit, searched the surrounds,
no Emmit, and finally, in the wee hours of
the morning, and with a heavy heart, he
made the distressing call to Ava...."Hon,
we lost Emmit, can't find him no where,
I am going to stay out here till light, I gotta'
find him"
Ava replied, "Well, you didn't loose him, he's
right here with me, he came home about
10:30 PM"....
and now the rest of the story.....Old Emmit had
indeed taken off from the pack, and he ended
up at some lady's house. She found his name
and phone number on his tags, and called Ava.
She offered to bring the dog to her if Ava would
meet her half-way, as she did not know how to
find her house and it was dark. Ava drove down
to the main highway and waited for the lady
to bring Old Emmit home. The lady turned the
dog over to her and told the funny story of bringing
Emmit back home. She stated that Emmit knew
every turn of the road, and if she made the wrong
turn, he would start barking at her, she would retrace
her route and continue on, and he would wag his
tail. Ray now has a big brag......
"My dog not only knows how to hitch-hike, he knows
how to tell them to get to my house !"