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When I was little my old indian granpa used to take me coon hunting. Coon hunting is not fun for a little girl; you tromp through the woods all night, the woods at night is not a fun place for a little girl; old indian granpas don't like to talk much, so you just listen to the very spooky sound of the invisible hounds calling out all night in the woods . . . coon hounds bite little girls when they get excited; then it culminates with granpa shooting the cute little fuzzy up in the tree. Coon hunting was not fun, but I went because I loved my granpa , and if boys could do it so could I!!
One cold spring night, we were tromping home through the flooded fields that were lit by the moon. granpa had a gunny sack of little live baby coons thrown over his shoulder, I could see them wiggle every now and then from my slow poke place in the rear. I hated the hot wires that ran across the fields and I always got all the way down on my belly to go under them (not fun in a flooded field), but granpa he just stooped down and under and took them in stride.
All my days of silently suffering through the coon getting shot were made good when one of those little babies in the gunny sack reached a hand up and grabbed that hot wire just as granpa was bending under it. I laughed so hard I never got invited coon hunting again. Granpa died a long while back and I'm sure that little coon is gone by now too, but I'm still laughing.
One cold spring night, we were tromping home through the flooded fields that were lit by the moon. granpa had a gunny sack of little live baby coons thrown over his shoulder, I could see them wiggle every now and then from my slow poke place in the rear. I hated the hot wires that ran across the fields and I always got all the way down on my belly to go under them (not fun in a flooded field), but granpa he just stooped down and under and took them in stride.
All my days of silently suffering through the coon getting shot were made good when one of those little babies in the gunny sack reached a hand up and grabbed that hot wire just as granpa was bending under it. I laughed so hard I never got invited coon hunting again. Granpa died a long while back and I'm sure that little coon is gone by now too, but I'm still laughing.