Coon hunting with the Sammons

By cmbluetick

My family always had other families join us on our weekend coon hunts. These hunts were memorable and enormous fun, and I often refer back to these hunts to tell my stories. I'd like to share with you one of the more entertaining coon hunts that has stayed with me over the years. The night was warm and all of us were dressed lightly. Doris, the mother of our guest family, was wearing a tank top and light pants. Keep in mind that Doris was a well endowed lady. When everyone was ready to go, we headed to Shirley Run, a pretty little spring run about 10 miles from home. Many times we had fished for trout and camped along this creek, but never hunted coon there. When we arrived at the creek we turned out the hounds to begin their hunt. I was hunting Abe and Bell and George; Doris’s husband, was hunting Old Yellow. The dogs had already started along the trail, before the kids were even out of the truck. Before long Old Yellow had struck a coon track. Abe and Bell quickly joined him and the chase was on. The coon followed the creek and then made a turn up a smaller spring run. Not far up that creek the dogs started howling at a tree and we were still far behind, as we were always slow getting to the treeing hounds. The children always took their time sight seeing in the woods, but we soon reached the tree. We started looking for the coon. I found one near the top and Doris found one on her side of the tree. The kids found two more coons on their side of the tree. Doris was standing on the creek bank shining her light on her coon, when the small raccoon came flying out of the tree landing on Doris. The coon landed right inside of her tank top! Of course, all this action caused her to topple down the bank and into nearly two feet of cold spring creek water. She was squalling and flaying her arms the entire time. The water was flying in all directions as she tried to get the coon out of that tank top. The whole bunch of us were of little help, laughing so hard we could hardly catch breath. Doris finally got hold of the coon and sqealed for a bag to throw it into. When she finally got the coon bagged and got out of the creek, she told us that this coon was going home with her. She said her and that coon had become bosom buddies and she wanted to keep him with her, where he would be warm and safe.

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