FLYbyNIGHT
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Registered: Mar 2020
Location: E North Carolina
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quote: Originally posted by pigsit
I am 73, my brother and I started with a crippled running walker female that our milk man, guy who picked our milk up, we milked eight cows morning and evening year round, gave us. She would tree lots of possums, we left the house using a two cell flashlight for a walking light and carried a seal beam light slung on our braided bailer twine lead to shine with. We hunted any where within walking distance, all the neighbors knew us and we could hunt any where. Then a skinned possum was worth from fifty cents to a dollar, the first year old Spot treed one coon, we'd never seen one before, took it to the co op and weighed it and showed it off. The coon brought $4.00, not bad when you consider wages was a $1.00 an hour. We hunted in our regular chore clothes, but we wore old worn out brogan boots with holes in them to let the water out, we tried to keep them dry in the winter too cold to get wet. We hunted that way until the old female passed and we trained a young dog. We stopped hunting when high school sports and going to the service got in the way. I came home from Viet Nam the last time in January 1970, in short order I accumulated a wife, a mortgage, and a full time job, so I didn't get back to hunting with hounds for several years.
I knew another old hunter that said that they mostly hunted possum until the coons started comin round...thats crazy....yall didnt know what a coon was ???
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