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Miss those nights walking the swamps. That was a cool dog there.
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My Grandfather lived for coon hunting, always had several good dogs.
Traveled all over the south buying and trading them when I was young.
He's been gone a long time but took me along, he and his best buddy ran a whiskey
still for years at night under the pretense of going into the woods coon hunting.
I vaguely remember being a small fella and going to a creek one night with them, seeing pallets of sugar, plastic jugs and metal containers and a fire
while we were "coon hunting". 40 years later, I was deer hunting behind an old rural church about 1 mile from his house
and found the old rusty remnants of a still in a creek bottom and without thinking about my Granddad, was telling my uncle about my find.
It was just a pile of rusty junk, and litter but definitely was once a still. My uncle told me that was my Granddad's likker making spot.
Same spot I was at with them as a toddler.
Aint much better than a good coon dog.
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