Mudranger1
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I started my Hunting adventures in Northeast Louisiana hunting with my Uncle Marshall and Daddy when we ran dogs for Deer. You could only take Bucks back in mid 1960s and each one was a big deal. My cousins and I along with folks that worked at the paper mill with Uncle Marshall would show up early and places like Whorly Hill or Shiloh Church would be talked about. After all was said trucks would load up and the standers would be placed on old roads or older haul roads where we would wait for the chase to begin. As you stood there holding a Single shot Stevens you could hear Uncle Marshall on his horse yelling at the dogs to "Track em up!". Many times I have heard the dogs come right at me only to have a Doe with her yearling come across, then the dogs would pop out! Exciting when you are 10 or 12!!! I remember seeing Uncle Marshall come down a red clay road with a buck on the back of his TWH, man he looked like a Knight headed to a joust with his Shotgun pointed up in the air in one hand and the reins in the other. Around mid morning Aunt Betty would come by with a Thermos of hot coco and a still hot sweet potato. You drank the coco and used the tater as a hand warmer until it cooled down and then ya ate that sucker! Sometime it would get so quite in those woods the wind blowing through the trees it almost made you think you were all alone, you could think of all the things you wanted to do with your Life, stuff like that. Then you would hear a Cow or Goat Horn being blown to call the dogs in. Uncle Marshall always asked me to go with him to look for the "lost" dogs after the day's hunt. See, at just about every other intersection was a Mom and Pop store, beside it was a Dog pen where if you found someone's dog you put it in there for them to find. Each stop Uncle Marshall would tell me "Johnny, get ya a soda pop" I was so bloated with nickel sodas by the time we got back home! That is what Dog Hunting was to me. John
it's funny how memories stay so vivid sometimes. I remember staying out all night trying to find dogs. I don't remember ever losing any but my Dad talks about having to pick some up from people that had picked them up and taken them home. no corner stores anywhere near where we hunted lol. 1 of the last years we ran dog a friend of my Dad had come along with his Blue Tick Hounds. After running a deer for a while one of the dogs stayed in the woods and basically just sat down and started barking. Finally had to go into the block and bring him out. Dumb ass dogs, that guy wasn't invited back LOL