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I can close my eyes and clearly see going huntin' with my grandfather..this was his joy, well cept' for me, I was his favorite out of 9 grand children...I knew I was his favorite and so did all the rest...even though I was a girl, I was still his favorite

Huntin' on A Saturday Night

Pa hollered, let's go get them coons
He'd load them dogs in that ole' blue trailer
I'd jump up, grab the hats with the carbide lights
The guns and that ole' coon squawler.

Here we'd go to that dusky creek bank
Let the dogs loose and away they'd run
Up and down the creek bank and across the water
We'd hunt till the mornin' sun.

Pa's famous blue tick hounds
And Big John Mac's Walker breed
Running and yapping thru da woods
With those carbide lights on our heads
To lead us thru the trails
Pa'd holler, Sadie, get that coon
Come on Blue get em' treed
Me in back blowing on that coon squawler

Nothing like the smell of the woods
With that ole' dusky creek
To get my innards a spinning
And my adrenalin a flowing

You could hear those dogs way up ahead
Dogs flushed one out, got em' a running
That coon will run till he jumps a tree
And try to hide way up top

Dogs will circle that tree
Try their best to climb it
Ain't no way
That coon's gonna come down

Now don't shoot that coon
Just catch em', later we'll let em' go
So's we can hunt him again
On another Saturday night

Pa'd shine his light on that coon sitting
Up as high in that tree as he could get
He's say,guinea shimmy on up that tree
And shake that ole' coon on down
Up i'd go like a circus act
Swinging from limb to limb
I'd get close enough so's that coon
Couldn't jump on my head

Once we had to chop that tree down
To get that coon, and the tree
Fell on Pa's favorite dog Katie
Pa didn't cry, but you could tell inside he was a dying.

He loved those dogs more than anything
Sometimes I think even more than ma
This was the happiest I'd seen him
Running his dogs late on a Saturday night

After pa died, I dreamed one night
I could see pa and his dogs
Treeing coons in the woods
Running along that ole' creek bank

They'd always have a contest
One group of men would go one way
And the other another
Who ever caught the most
Rubbed the others nose's with
An ole' coon tail

Yeah, I loved that sound of those dogs a yapping
Ahead of us, deep in the woods
Running those coons
Late on a Saturday night

Nothing like running those dogs
Late on a Saturday night...........

One of a series of my tales of "Remembering Pa", what a great man.......

copyright 2009short stories by glyn
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