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When old Hammer treed down under the big bluff my huntin buddy said he would get him. I didn't hear that part, got nearly down and fell. Didn't hear dogs any more so I got up (sort of) wiggled my way back to the truck along ways around bluff line found another crack I could get up. When I got to the truck Richard said where the H have you been. I well i was almost there when you got him and left. Could not bend at the right hip at all my spine is fused all the way up so I need my hips to bend. Thought I had a bad kink in it so I told Richard lets turn lose and walk the kink out. Went to another tree (easy one) still could not get bent enough to get in truck finally wiggled and got in enough. He said this don't look good. He had to stop twice on the way home to let me get out to let the pain pass it didn't hurt standing too bad. Got home woke my wife and said I think I did it this time she wanted to take to er I said nope I tired going to sleep I will go see doc am. I had had that hip replaced eight years before this night. Doc said he was going to have to go in and put another hip in like right now. The stem was lose the cup in the pelvis had slipped around and the head of the of the feamer was fixin to go thru the pelvis. He fixed it as good as he could but I had broke so much of the bone off that I can't build mussel in my right leg good. Have walked with a cane ever since, but it didn't slow me down from huntin. After I recovered went right back to huntin and ain't slowed down. I can get to my dogs anywhere they are it just takes longer and I find ways around the big bluffs instead of falling off them. I hunt a lot with my son and another young man now. Sometimes I let them get them but most times I am right there to shine the tree. It did slow me down in the nite hunts. I hardly ever enter a dog my self, but I don't need to my boy is a LOT better handler than me.

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[QUOTE]Originally posted by Preston Chadwell
[B]Anywhere I hunt is rough. Mountain Laurel so thick you can't crawl through, briar patchest like no other, high walls and mine breaks so deep you can toss a rock off and never hear it hit bottom, elevation change like no other, and rocky as all heck.

We must hunt the same places lol. Cept for the mines. Also when the elevation goes from 3200 to 4400 feet in about 250 yards its way STEEP. I would rather hunt all night out in cali with 50 degrees and in the rain than 3 hours here tonight. It's coooold!

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Went hunting with a buddy up in wild wonderful west Virginia. Turned loose up a hollow and saw a little light at the top of a ridge, almost lookin straight up. I said I hope that's a star. "nope, house light". Lol. 😊. When I lived in the big mountains up in PA, the coons seemed to have two rules. If they were struck at the bottom of the mountain they treed on top. If ya struck them on top the treed at the bottom. Lol

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Went hunting with a buddy up in wild wonderful west Virginia. Turned loose up a hollow and saw a little light at the top of a ridge, almost lookin straight up. I said I hope that's a star. "nope, house light". Lol. 😊. When I lived in the big mountains up in PA, the coons seemed to have two rules. If they were struck at the bottom of the mountain they treed on top. If ya struck them on top the treed at the bottom. Lol

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Lol. Where you from
Buddy? Although in Georgia I still go home and hunt around burgettstown a few times a year.

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Lol. Where you from
Buddy? Although in Georgia I still go home and hunt around burgettstown a few times a year.

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This is the incident that caused me to really learn how to navigate with a compass in the woods...I was 17 years old and went out hunting on state game lands in the early fall in Pa. The mountain I was on was an area where they had mined previously and there was an old road bed that almost circled the entire mountain. I got off the road and went up into some good looking woods to have a look. I got lost and somehow managed to come out of the woods onto a paved road without crossing the old road bed, miles later.
I really didn't know which way to go, so I start walking and a mile or so away I come to this little store and get a bottle of "pop" as they say in Pa. I was just talking to the gal that ran the place when this grizzly old guy walks in and the lady asked him if he could take me back to "the old Daugherty place." I didn't know it at the time, but where I parked used to be this well known farm. It was about the only thing on that mountain besides the long closed coal mines. "Yeah, I'll give him a ride, come on kid." so out the door and into a 50's Studebaker pickup truck. This thing looked and sounded like the old wrecker in Deliverance...more gear noise than engine.
We have to go back over the mountain and around to where I started out and just as we start down the other side the steering wheel comes off in his hands!!!! The old guy is trying to get it back on the spline but he cant so he gets mad and throws it down and yells to me, "give me them pliers under your seat!!! Quick!!!!" I reach down and find a pair of big channel locks. He somehow manages to steer us down the mountain with the big pliers which are just about too long to turn all the way around so he has to keep slipping them on the steering column spline. All the while we are going faster and faster, picking up speed as we go down this mountain. Finally I say, "why don't we just stop and put the steering wheel back on???" He yells, "cause we lost the brakes too!!!!" Finally we come to a fairly level piece of road {thank god!!!} manage to get stopped and to get the brakes back he pours some spring water in the master cylinder, bleeds the front and says "that oughta get us to your truck boy." The rest of the trip was uneventful. Turns out he hunted Plott hounds and was a coon hunter. I have not been lost in the woods since.

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Anywhere I hunt is rough. Mountain Laurel so thick you can't crawl through, briar patchest like no other, high walls and mine breaks so deep you can toss a rock off and never hear it hit bottom, elevation change like no other, and rocky as all heck. I've had a few northern boys come down and they all said they'd hang it up if this was all they had to hunt. Anybody is welcome to come for a drop down here in the mountains of Southwest VA and East KY if they want to, but make sure you're in dang good shape or you'll want to sell everything you've got and never follow a hound again. I went up in Ohio and hunted once, boy did that spoil me. I thought about packing up and moving right then Hahaha.

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ive hunted in a lot of different states and I can tell you that I thank the good LORD above everytime I get back home to this easy flatland hunting of northern Indiana.
I gotta hand it to you fellas, I would quit immediately if I had to hunt what you'ns do. yall are some tuff charactors is all I can say.

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Went to Autumn Oaks in Jasper Indiana several years ago. I hunted Friday night and decided to stay and hunt with Hammer VIII and Dave Dean on Saturday night. We drew out to a satellite club. Dave stayed around shooting the breeze and missed the convoy. He then decided to leave and catch up with the convoy several minutes later. Trust me when I say that was one scary ride. lol.

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