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Had to really dig for this one and retype it, lost a lot of my stuff...most maybe crap...but it's my crap...anyway here's one about my grandfather going hunting on a saturday nite...thanks glyn


Pa hollered, Let’s go git 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 the ole’ coon squawler

Here we’e 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 morning sun

Pa’s famous blue tick hounds
And Big John Mack’s walker breed
Running and yapping through the woods
With those carbide lights on our heads

To lead us through the trails
Pa holler, Katie 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
Got one flushed out, got em’ a running
That coon will run till he jumps a tree
And try and hide way up top

Dogs will circle that tree
Do their best to climb it
Ain’t no way that coon’s
Gonna come down

Now don’t shoot that coon
Catch em’, later we’ll let em’ go
So’s we can hunt them again
On another Saturday nite

Pa’s shine his light on that coon sitting
As high in that tree he could get
He’s says, 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 cut that tree down
And it 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
I think at times even more than ma
This was the happiest I’d seen him
Running his dogs late on a Saturday nite

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

They’d always have a contest
Split off in 2 groups to see who could
Catch the most coons
The winner rubbed the losers nose with the coon tails


Yeah, I love the sound of those dogs a yapping
Way up a head of us, deep in the woods
Running those coons
Hunting On A Saturday Nite

Glyn, you should write a book.
I enjoyed that.
Vic

Good story Glyn. I'm glad they didn't kill the coons. But remember that racoons do tend to get rabies.

Now my grandpa is dead and no one in my family goes anymore....but it was fun while it lasted...really had some great times out in those woods....

If it is a short story, why is it written as if it is a song lyric?

Was trying to make it a song lyric but it's too long, so I'm making it a short story...will have to make it into a story form, been really sick and haven't been able to really work on it..but will get to it...thanks

glyn