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Registered: Jun 2003
Location: Richmond, Kentucky
Very Young Scare
At the age of 11 or so I was hunting a late fall night you know the type night....... it was a cool rainy pitch dark night, and just right close to Halloween, and of course the ghost were stirring just the same as Santa will be here at Christmas. I was hunting with my neighbor, and Dad over in Russell County County about 25 miles from my old home place on Rocklick Creek in Pulaski County Kentucky near Somerset . Well at this time in my life I hadn't seen anything outside my little world that being my home, my school, and the work on the old farm, and an occasion of getting to go to the old country store for groceries, and if we were luck we got a ball of Bazooka Joe bubble gum the comics on the wrapper of this gum was a little character called Joe anyone remember that ? Anyway back to the hunt and a scare of my life. At this time about the only thing I had ever seen were chickens, cows, hogs, horses, and mules. This night really put a scare in all of us my Dad, Ralph Mofield, and myself. We had dropped, Ole Bob, Blackie, and Yogi in a deep hollow to go find Mr Ringtail.....all these dogs were solid black Bob, and Blackie were unknows, but Yogi was a suppose to be Plott no papers, but he was a beautiful hound........Were they any good ???????? NO .......but we enjoyed them because this was all we had.......We were standing there and all of a sudden we hear this mournful scream cold chills runs down my back, and a few other places in about 2 to 3 mins. another scream, and by now we all are scared....At this time we have no idea as to what this was, and did not care to find out several other screams come in about 20 mins, and then Ole Bob strikes a track in the direction we come into this holler, and I for one am ready to start toward Bob. Blackie, and Yogi put in with him, and the race is on. Well here I am, and not knowing a lot about coon hunting or a dog I just know they are running a coon. Time goes by, and the dogs are making circles, and I ask when will they tree this coon my Dad answers he doesn't think this animal will climb a tree, and I ask quickly what they are running a fox my Dad says, and right away I say you ought to kill those dogs.......you see I started young in saying what I believe........Anyway we didn't hear this scream anymore that night, but returned to hear this scream that we thought was a woman a lot of times........After a few months went by we found out that a guy had peacocks, and that a peacock was making this lonesome sound at night.......Bob, Blackie, and Yogi didn't ever make coon dogs per say they were hounds that would run anything, but how I treasure the memories of these dogs of the past, and the times with my Dad coon hunting at night.....Very few coon we seen with these dogs, but in my heart they will remain as my friends, and my friend Ralph Mofield spent a many night in the woods with them...... following them........hoping to see a coon, a possum......no skunks............
John M. Vaught
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