Misty river
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The Misty River Line
Along about this time I think Jim was about 5 years old. I had recently bought Ruby from Mr. Williamson. We were hunting on water branch slough a few miles up the road from where I live today. I was hunting with a couple of friends Mr. Ellis Bass and Mr. Larry Speights. Ellis is no longer with us due to heart failure a couple of years ago and Larry is not in to good of shape right now. These were two life long friends of mine. We had Jim, Ruby and Molly along with us on this hunt. Molly had recently bred to Jim. The dogs had struck a coon deep in on the ole slough and had a pretty good track going. They all locked up treed and was treeing hard. We listened to them tree for a few minutes and were fixing to head toward them when all of a sudden they all quit treeing and everything was quite. We listened for a while and nothing happened, nothing opened again. We waited for a while. We listened for them to start treeing again or go back to trailing. but nothing happened. In a little bit Molly came in to us and not far behind her Ruby came in, witch was very unusual as she never came in. You always had to go get Ruby, but both dogs just hung around us and would not leave again. I kept looking and hoping that Jim would come in,but he didn't and I was beginning to worry. I started to call for him, but he didn't come. I called for him for another couple of hours. It was probably about 3am and we decided to go in. Now I did not like the Idea of leaving Jim out there, but Ellis and Larry had to work the next day, so I left my coat lying there on the ground in case he came in he would lay on it till I came back for him. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep that night as I was back up there at daylight. There were several sloughs in there and for the next 3 days I waded those sloughs looking for Jim. I had called the fish and game dept. to see if there was any one trapping in there and they informed me that there was a government trapper trapping beaver near there and they told me who he was and they would have him come see me and he did the next morning. I knew the guy that was doing the trapping and he told me that he didn't think a dog could get in one of his traps, but if there was he would let me know and that evening he came by and told me that there was no dog in any of his traps.I thanked him and he left and I went back to searching for Jim. On the third day about mid morning I found him. It was pretty easy to see what had happened. I had never known Jim to climb a tree, but there was a leaning tree there and about 20 feet up there was a limb growing up right in the middle. He had went up this tree and I guess he had tried to go around this limb and had fallen, which the fall probably would not have killed him, but there was a reed cane directly underneath where he fell that had been sharpened off to a sharp point by beavers and he fell on it and it had went almost all the way through him right behind the shoulders. He had managed to get off the red cane, but had only gone a few feet before he died. The reed cane was covered with blood with some on the ground. I sure hated to find him like this, but I'm sure glad I found him. It would have been a lot worse to not have ever knew what happened to him. He was a good one.
Later, the rest of the story
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