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Seems we never hear any real hunting storys anymore its all about who won this or who breed this to that or who bought, what for some dumb amount!
yawl tell us about some of your Hunts and the more Detail the better

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Must not be nothin to Tell

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I can't tell you about my hunts because you wouldn't believe me anyways

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Originally posted by Hoosier Man1
I can't tell you about my hunts because you wouldn't believe me anyways

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Now why wouldent i believe you ! Coon Hunters Dont Lie

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or the same old which light light to buy, or my garmin this or that...agreed would like to hear of how others are doing on there hunts or how there young dogs are progressing

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Many years ago, i owned a Bluetick female, that would bark over 100 + times a Min treed, trouble was that was mostly on Posums my mother had a little Carrin Terrier, that would follow me into the woods cause he loved to hunt better than most hounds. well one night i took the old trash burner off and made a cast down an old two trailled road ,and before long she was treed. i fought my way through the brush and got to the dogs and when i got there she was standing outside a root hole, baying and the little terrier was backing her up barking every breath. the Blue dog was not real brave so she mostly bayed and dug at the hole, well before i know whats happend that little terrier gets ahead of her and goes to growlin like hes mad as fire, all this is happening and im looking to see whats in the hole well it dont take long and i see the biggest Grinnin Possum i think iv ever come in contact with in all my years, that possum was not happy to say the least. he had been bayed up in a hole with no place to go and all he could do was make a valiant stand ! Little pepper didnt have any better sence than to go down in the hole with that big griiner and take him on. well when that big possum latched on to little pepper, the blue dog saw her opening and grabbed possum pepper and all and pulled-um booth out into open and lets just say the rest is History, I had the same thing happen on a coon one night same little dog went in a hollow tree and fought a coon and the hound cought the coon while the fight was going on and pulled him out into the water. Good times and good memories...........

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I had a similar experience one night several years ago. I was hunting a little Plott female and a big Plott male. They were both great coondogs. Well they were tracking real good and then all of a sudden, the male rolled it over and started treeing, but the female went silent. Took me about 5 minutes to get to them and as I got closer, I heard the worst whining and crying I'd ever heard coming out of my female. I ran over to where they were and found the male, nose on the ground barking every breath under an old rusted out bush hog in the fencerow.

The female was under the bush hog, stuck and getting cut up bad by the ole boar coon. Couldn't go forward couldn't back out. I grabbed a big branch and pryed up on the machine enough to drag the female out by her back legs and then dropped the branch. As soon as I did though she went back in. My male tried to get in too, but was too big to fit. She was getting cut up again.
So I pryed it up again and drug her out again. This time the coon came out in her mouth fighting mad. As soon as he saw it my big male grabbed in and it was all over. Female was covered in blood, but went on to tree two more coons that night.

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[The female was under the bush hog, stuck and getting cut up bad by the ole boar coon. Couldn't go forward couldn't back out. I grabbed a big branch and pryed up on the machine enough to drag the female out by her back legs and then dropped the branch. As soon as I did though she went back in. My male tried to get in too, but was too big to fit. She was getting cut up again.
So I pryed it up again and drug her out again. This time the coon came out in her mouth fighting mad. As soon as he saw it my big male grabbed in and it was all over. Female was covered in blood, but went on to tree two more coons that night. [/B][/QUOTE]

I had a couple of those my self lol bet that girl had night mares for a while after that lol

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went to go hunting last night , i loaded my yr old female i just bought then my 4 1/2 mo old pup was wanting to jump up on the tailgate so i said heck might as well so i helped her in , turned loose the yr old female struck quick believe it was probally her first time out without an older dog ran a nice track i started to look where my young pup was she was gone check the garmin the other pup was 400 yds out when i got to the tree my young pup was there shined the tree was a big den but i did see the coon, so i had a great hunt much better than i thought i was going to have,
my 4 1/2 mo old pup acts like she a big girl

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I used to hunt with a couple of guys that I worked with. One of them actually had hounds, the other just liked to go along. The tag along was VERY fond of beer and generally drank a substantial amount of it while we were running the dogs.
One evening we decided to take several pups out that had been showing some promise/ability along with a couple of the finished dogs. It was late summer time and the coon had been moving really well on the river bottoms. We had made a couple of drops and seen some coon with the old dogs but the pups hadn't really done much more than run around so we were going to leave them in the box for the last dump.
When we pulled up to the spot we planned to turn loose the whole back end of the truck blew up. The first one out of the truck was our little tipsy buddy who promptly opened the wrong dog box and let all of the pups out at once. This wouldn't necessarily have been a bad thing except that although these pups were "started" they weren't very well trained on the handling part of "started". It was also past midnight by now. I don't know if this particular coon smelled extra strong or what the deal was, but those 4 pups opened almost as fast as they hit the ground and the race was on, straight into a corn field.
I don't remember how long they had been running this coon but when "tipsy'" got off the endgate to go get more beer we decided it was time to let the old dogs go help the pups with this track. This might not seem like a very long time, but "tipsy" never got out of arms reach of the cooler without having one in his hand and a couple in reserve in his pockets in case we had to walk very far to get to the tree. The old dogs got into the race and things didn't change much, just more round and round in the corn. About the time "tipsy" tapped into his second reserve the coon decided to head for parts unknown and went in a pretty straight line away from us.....away from the river and all the trees? Then our red hot race with every dog out there bawling its head off went dead silent? One of the pups threw a locate, then a second one did the same thing followed by my buddies female exploding treed right where the pups were. Within a few seconds all 6 dogs were there and hammering. My buddy looked at me and said "what the hell are they treed on, there's no trees where they're at". Tipsy says "I don't know, but drive up there and see cause I'm almost out of beer so we need to get going back to town". The dogs were about 3/4 of a mile away near the corner of the section so we drove to them.
As we turned the corner we saw the only tree within a half mile, a broken off willow trunk about 15 feet tall, with a coon sitting on top and 6 dogs standing on and around the base of it treeing. This tree had grown up out of the very bottom of the road ditch and when we pulled up along side of it we were at eye level with the coon. Although there was no water standing in the ditch, there was still quite a bit of mud, and it was slick and stinky. We went down and started catching dogs. Did I mention that the pups were'nt very well started on the handling portion of thier training? We could not get them leashed so we brought the old dogs up and put them in the box. My buddy said "I'll just shoot the coon out so we can catch them while they're chewing on it". Good plan except guess who didn't have a gun along! Tipsy says " I'll climb up and knock the coon out to them" and proceeds down the ditch bank. All is going according to plan untill tipsy gets about 3 feet from the coon, then there's a loud crack, and the tree beaks off about 4 feet below him. If you've ever cut a tree down you know that short little span of time after the tree begins to fall is sort of slow motion 'til the weight takes over and the whole thing speeds up and crashes to the ground. Well, during that little "slow motion" period all we heard was "oh s@#t". Now Willow trees tend to rot from the inside out, but the rotted parts end up being like those styrofoam peanuts you use for shipping stuff. So when Tipsy, the coon and the log landed in the mud, mud and little shreds of rotten willow flew everywhere like a grenade had gone off. All 4 pups jumped back in surprise, then one grabbed the coon while the other 3 confused pups grabbed ahold of tipsy who was screaming "get 'em off, get 'em off" while rolling aroud in the mud. After a couple seconds the pups realized they had the wrong coon and helped the first one finish off the real coon. Tipsy gets up and starts catching dogs, with one by the collar in each hand he looks up at us and says "are you gonna help with this or what"? Have you ever been laughing so hard that you absolutely can not talk, can barely breathe and have tears streaming down your face? Best I could do was toss him my leash.
Tipsy was so dirty and stinky from the mud he had to ride home in the back end of the truck. He was okay with it though, we let him have the cooler!
That was one of the funniest things I have ever seen and it was one of the best training hunts too. All 4 of those pups turned out to be pretty fair hounds. Tipsy is in recovery and has been sober for about 18 years now.

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I love it LOL
I can just see tipsy rollin around in the mud with those pups hehe

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I love it LOL
I can just see tipsy rollin around in the mud with those pups hehe

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Yep, it's been almost 20 years ago and I still laugh every time I think about it. Took me a while to type all that, had to take a chuckle break or two.

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Oh the memorys !!
I think we should have a national day of Telling, have it some place Central, and build a big fire and put mic,s up and let folks take turns telling there tails, if you vidioed it you could sell it and make millions lol ,compleat with Coon sqaullers and lights shinnin for special effects lol im just sayin it would and could be a Hoot.

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Agreed, that would be quite entertaining to say the least. There are some insane/funny things that can and do happen out in the dark, and some real characters involved in this sport that seem to enhance the probability of things getting crazy. Some necessary equipment to have on hand might include oxygen, defibrulators and some well trained EMT's. You would have to make sure there were no lie detectors or Bibles around though....wouldn't want to inhibit anyone from "telling the truth" LOL.

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My name is Shayne Turner I'm from Harman, West Virginia and I'm 17 years old. I like to call my kennel Laurel Fork Coonhounds. I don't competition hunt because it's all to serious to me. In my kennel I have 6 Treeing Walker Coonhounds, and one Redbone/BlacknTan. I also have 2 beagles that run rabbit. I live on a farm and love everything about it. Now that I'm telling you a little bit about me let's start a couple of many stories.
It was the first Monday of the 2011 WV coon season and I normally just bear hunt my hounds through the summer on Saturday night, but my grandpa kept saying let's get them hounds out and freshen up on their coonin. So after enough asking I said alright, it would be nice to go on some short hunts instead of being out all night. I got all my equipment charged and ready to go so at 7:00 I backed my truck up to the kennel and loaded four hounds. This hunt I decided to take three walkers and since the redbone is still a puppy she goes every time. The first dog was Luke (Honey Creek Spider X MAC Julie) he's my year and a half old male walker he is a great hound to hunt with doesn't mess with a lot of old tracks and flies through the woods with a head full of sense. The second dog is Dessie (Insane X x Hillbilly's Dutchess) she just turned 15 months and I love this little dog she's a surprise every time she's turned loose, but she trees her fair share of coon with an annoying as can be squeaky chop trail bark and a explosive squall chop tree bark. The third dog is my amazing good ole trusty Daisey (Montana Lance X Tristan's Julie) dog she'll be five in a couple weeks this was one of my first hounds and will always be in my kennel. This dog can tree lay-up coons like no other and doesn't quit no matter what. She's the best little respectful tree dog and has a lot of class. The last one is the redbone this puppy was not my choice to get my brother came home one night at about 11 o' clock and said heres the new dog. I was mad because I wanted another walker. And my mom said the next dog that comes to this house you boys will feed.
So now all the dogs are in the truck, collared up and ready to go. I went down the driveway to get my grandpa since he lived just below my house. I pull up and he gets in and says ready, I said I reckon so.
When we got to the farm we was hunting. I pulled off the road and unloaded the dogs. As we started walking up the road we let the dogs loose. They were out about 75 yards and they all struck in to the chase, so we stopped to listen. Dessie was lightin it up, while Luke and Daisey let a bark out here and there. All of a sudden they all shut up and was real quiet. Then Dessie jumped out of brush and into the road we was on, not far behind was Daisey, and Luke. Dessie got stalled because she came to me and checked in to say I'm still here boss. So Daisey and Luke got by her and took the lead, they crossed the road and went up the other side about 150 yards and located Luke was first then Daisey, Dessie chimed in about 15 seconds after that. We waited a couple minutes to make sure they were locked, and sure enough they were so we hoofed it up the bank, and into the brush and trees. We were about 20 yards away and I shined up to the dogs to see what they were doing. When I shined I could see this big set of ledges and about 10 feet up was a little bench on the ledges was a big oak tree, but a fork had broke off the tree and fell down on the ground. The dogs kept getting up on the ledges and checking the tree, but always came down and treed on the fork that had broke off. We figured that the coons had climbed up the fork and up into the tree. There was 3 coons in that tree a sal and 2 kits. So we didn't drop any of these out to the dogs. It hadn't been very long so we walked back to the road and cast the dogs again. They went up the road a ways and jumped up on the bank and got deep in the brush and cedar trees. I knew it wasn't gonna be good because I've treed in there before, it's usually always a den tree of it will be so thick you can't see anything and coons will tree hop around and usually aren't in the tree the dogs are treeing on. So after a couple minutes I herd Daisey locarte hard and hammered treed, not far behing was Dessie singing with her. Then I heard look up the creek deep in the head of a hollar trailing up another one. Since Luke was moving on I figured I'd better get Daisey and Dessie caught up and head on out to Luke. When I got to the tree they were standing on a big hemlock, I did a quick shine and caught eyes 2 trees over this coon was left setting as well. This wasn't surprising as I've had this happen before. I leashed em up and down the mountain to the road where I had left my grandpa. He was standing down there waiting. He said he could here Luke locate and tree so I listened and sure enough he was treed about 750 yards at the top of the mountaing right on the edge of the sod. As we got closer I let the gyps loose to get in there and tree. I heard them both hit the tree so we started in to find Luke had a set treed. They were lucky about the time grandpa threw the gun up to shoot what we thought was a single another coon layed its head right on top of the other it was pretty cool. We left em set and went on to cast again on around the mountain. When we was walking around the edge of the sod back to the road the dogs started winding hard down off the bank so we let em run. They got in there struck and treed. This was a single, but didn't look big enough to waste time skinning. It was left to run again. It was starting to be about 9:00 when we left that tree so I figured just one more and we would head down to the truck to go home. I let Daisey get deep before I let Luke loose then once he was deep I sent in Dessie. I was about 15 minutes of silence I heard Daisey way down off the opposite side of the mountain from the truck so we started of knowing we would be awhile to the dogs hoping they would be treed by the time we got there. I could here Luke and Dessie every once in a while. I knew they were still trailing because all three of these dogs are hard core tree dogs with a head of steam. We were cutting the distance or atleast I thought we was when I heard Daisey baying something then I could here Luke and Dessie treeing way around the hill from where we heard them. So when we got to the dogs Daisey was about 30 feet up on a level part of a ledge baying back into a crevice and 50 feet up Luke and Dessie were cheering her on since they couldn't find a way to Daisey. We had came in below the ledge so I had to go 500 yards to left to get up on top to get to the dogs. I got around there and got Luke and Dessie tied back away from the edge. I looked around on top of the ledge and saw where Daisey had probably followed a little path around to where she was. It was pretty scary, but I got around to her and leashed her up and got back around to the top of the ledge. I got the other two dogs and got down off of there. By the time I got back to the truck it was 10:30 and I was ready to go home since I had school the next morning. It was a good night with 7 coons seen and one put in a hole.

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Good Hunt Shayne, Sounds like you,v got some fine country Coon Dogs Too

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