Misty river
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Registered: Apr 2014
Location: oakvale ms
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RIP My friend
It was a sad Sunday morning. I was on my way to church when my cell phone rung. I knew right off that something was bad wrong as I could hear the quiver in Scott's voice. I almost had to stop the truck as he told me the story. Tramp 11 had just passed that morning, at one point I almost had to leave church. Tramp and I had had a lot of fun togeather, we had roamed these Pearl River Swamps for close to three years. We had won several hunts on his way to becoming Grand Nite. Tramp was a coondog and everyone that knew him or hunted with him liked him, for he made coon treeing look easy and he was always a Gentleman. I never once saw him bristle his hair or growl at another dog. At one point even though I loved the dog, I knew that I had taken him about as far as I could, as age was beginning to crepe up on me, even though I hated to admit it, and I had almost quit competition hunting. I needed to find someone that could keep Tramp going. Jeremy and I talked about it and If he was willing, although we both knew that he already had a pen full of top hounds. Scott VH was the man for Tramp. I told Jeremy to call Scott and see if he might be interested. He was and he called me. We talked it over and Tramp was on his way to Wisconsin. Seeing Tramp go to Scott wasn't like loosing a dog. It was more like seeing one friend go hunt with another friend. Scott I know that you loved Tramp, as I could tell by the way you talked about him when we would talk and I know that you did every thing you could for him, If I had another one like him and you were willing he would be on his way to Wisconsin. Jack
Scott, I will catch up with someone at Photobucket soon and get the pictures back on here.
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