onthewood9
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I would like to share this Coon Hunting story with all. TRUE STORY
October 1, 2013. It was a muggy night, approximately 75 degrees, not much air stirring. I was coon hunting in the Edmonton Kentucky area just after sundown. I had my two dogs Train, an all grand pup, and Major, a nice two year old dog I had just purchased. I unloaded the dogs,Major was the first one out of the dog box. He was excited and ready to hunt. I put tracking collars on the hounds, grabbed my ol single shot 22 rifle and began my journey to the woods. After about a two hundred yard walk to the corn field, I pointed Major and Train in the direction I wanted them to go and unsnapped them. I would say about 30 minutes passed by before I heard anything from the dogs. All I could hear was an owl hooting and the whistle of a Whip Poor Will in the distance. About that time Ol Major let out a deep bawl about 600 yards deep in the woods. Major was on the trail of a coon! I then began walking towards the dogs so that I could hear them better. I stopped after a few minutes to listen and heard Trooper let out a big locate bawl that rolled over into a steady chop. Major was treed! I anxiously walk toward the tree in anticipation. After about fifteen minutes of walking I hear Trooper pull off the tree and take out fast trailing for about 200 yards deeper and treed again! Something he has never done. I begin walking briskly through the corn fields to get closer, he is now about 500 yards from me. As I get closer, I can here Major treeing harder and harder. Major is treed on a big oak that sits on the edge of Little Barren River. Thank God he is on my side of the river. Visibility is low from the steam rising off the river, as I get closer I hear a cat hiss, Major has treed a bobcat I’m sure! I head in to the tree, as I approach from about forty yards I see the cat. His eyes look to be a good five to six inches apart. The cat was running and jumping all over the tree, the limbs on the big oak were swaying up and down as he leaped from branch to branch, hissing downward. As I got closer, it was obvious. This was no bobcat. Major had treed a species that according to the wildlife authorities in Kentucky, does not exist. Trooper had treed a Cougar! As I see the cat jumping and hissing, looking down at me, I have a cold chill run down my spine. I thought to myself, this cat is not scared, this cat is mad and about to jump out on me or my hound. I turn my light out and quickly back out of the woods calling Major off the tree. A night of coon hunting in the rolling hills of Kentucky that will never be forgotten.
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