I received a letter in the mail today from an old friend, Snake
Williams.
Yes, there are some that still write and are not hooked up to the
world electronically. Snake - whose real name is Handford, but who would ever
go through life as Hamy when the name Snake was available - was one of those
true heroes when I was young and probably was the driving force that got me to
stay rooted in the country. He is known for the best Coon Hounds anywhere, and
Mandy was known as the best of the best.
Here is the interesting part… like a
lot of people, Mandy did not have the pedigree to be a champion Coon Hound, you
see, she wasn't a red bone, or a blue tick, or any type of true hound. She was
a Feist, and though they make wonderful squirrel dogs. A Fiest is a breed that would be laughed at as
a coon hound, or would be at least until Mandy came around.
Mandy weighed in at a whopping 30 pounds, a
definitely a light weight, but she could out hunt any two other champion dogs set
against her. Snake was even offered $5000.00 for her just to keep her from
embarrassing the other dogs, but Snake and she made a team that was a sight to
see.
Snake wrote to me to tell me that last
Wednesday, Mandy and he went over to the Young homestead about noon time just
to let Mandy stretch her legs. You see, coons are hunted at night because they
sleep during the day, so going at noon is just to enjoy the country and get
exercise. Mandy was used to this routine and took off at a run straight down
the holler as Snake stayed to the ridge line just to watch her run.
That was when the trouble started. Mandy
yipped. With Mandy Snake knew that a yip was the sign for a fresh coon trail.
There shouldn't be a fresh trail at noon time something was wrong. About that
time, Mandy yipped twice and that meant she was now in sight of a coon. This is
double wrong because dogs hunt coons in packs because if a dog goes against a
coon by itself, the coon can win pretty easy.
You have to understand that many a wayward dog has been lured into a stream
and had the coon sit on its head until Glory Land came. This was bad.
Snake ran across to the edge of the ridge only to see his worst
nightmare. Mandy had sighted a coon, and it was a huge boar coon - bigger than
Mandy by a lot. This coon wasn't even trying to run; he just turned around to
Mandy with a log to his back and waited for dinner.
This was the first mistake for Mister Coon. He may have weighed 45
pounds or so; he was bigger Mandy. But Mandy hit him so hard that he went over
the log and decided he wasn't that hungry for a little dog after all. He started
to run, and Snake knew that now that Mandy had tasted blood there would be no
stopping her. That coon ran but what worried Snake was it was running like it
had a purpose. It did. It ran up to and old beech tree that had roots jutting
out like walls and just turned around for this little dog he had worked up an
appetite.
This was the second mistake for Mister Coon. Mandy didn't hesitate;
she just went after that coon like a buzz saw. Mister Coon decided that the
best place for him was up the tree, and no little dog was going to stop him. He
started up and Mandy grabbed on to his hind leg to stop this monster of a coon.
All was going okay for Mandy until she realized that she was off the ground
going up the tree attached to the coon’s rear leg. Now the famous yip of Mandy
was a whimper that broke Snake’s heart, this had never happened before. About
that time Mister Coon got to a limb and, glory be, there was a hole. Without
hesitation he went in, problem was when he went in the 30 pound mass on his leg
plopped in on top of him. All hell broke loose as Snake ran up to the tree with
World War III and IV going on inside.
Snake listened as it got quiet inside the tree until nothing could
be heard. Snake ran back to the old home place and grabbed a little Mini Mac 12
chain saw and went back to the tree. He
began using that old saw more as a plow than a saw and sawed that tree down. He
got it down and split opened, and all he found was a little blood and a little fur.
That coon and that dog had gotten so mad…they ate each other up.
I know that I am supposed to be telling and showing you
different homesteading ideas, but one of the most important things to remember
is to laugh a little also.
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