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The Orbital and other Coon Tales

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Zuma:
Continued
The music was sweet and like rats to the flute off we went in a direction only the coon knew. When you are hustling to get up with the hounds it is difficult to hear and recognize the nuances of their barks and howls.
Our non stop hustle had brought us close enough to know the dogs were stationary but not treeing.
We stopped to listen. Approaching a bayed bear or bobcat should be done with caution because it might distract a pooch enough to get swiped. Also rushing in can scare the animal at bay to flee. And what about another Spike Yikes.
In any case we approached with awe into a clearing, a perfectly round clearing and the dogs were dead center. The strange part was all four heads were under ground. That never happens in a typical den hole.
What was this?  The barking in that big hole was super intense. It had an echo and a reverb like we never heard, or ever did again. With mutterings like " what the-- and Holy ---" we headed to the hounds.
All four-- vets and pups were wired with their heads in this hole filled with water about a foot below the surface of the meadow.  It was so bad I couldn't even squeeze in to take a look. The frenzie was so bad.
we leashed all four hounds so I could take a look. Jeff was much tougher than I, and  he thought he could master all four crazed pooches. Now my job was to poke my noggin in the hole to see what was up,
or actually down. On all fours I crawled to the edge of the three foot wide hole, while Jeff strained against
sixteen legs of fury with two hands and only one body. What I saw was a peace full calm pool of reflective water. It was like a mirror I was thinking of the evil Queen from Snow White and scanning all the edges or ledges where something could be lurking. I hope ya all got a seat.
We didn't say "Clear" like they do today but they are the words or meaning I wanted to tell brother Jeff.
My hands and arms were going to push me up, so I was pretty well braced  when----
All hell broke loose. Right out of the center of the mirror comes the most frightening  thing I have ever
had  so close to my pretty pumpkin, It was a wide eyed, wide mouthed, canine toothed , devil coon.
At this exact moment sixteen paws and four leashes came swirling over and around me.
The coon from hell that I thought would chew my lips off was actually just trying to breath.
To be continued---

Hawkdancer:
Oh, my!, the suspense is intense!!  I better get something to sooth my nerves >:D!
Hawkdancer

bjrogg:
This story is as good as the Charlie and Lew stories in FFG. Stay tune everybody gotta see how this one ends.
Bjrogg

Outbackbob48:
Don , you are bringing back a lot of youthful memories for sure. Bob

BowEd:
Sounds like some good action with the detailing and a fun night Zuma.....Sounds like a good scenario for your pups there too.
Once my Dina gype treed an old sow with kits early spring.I could hear the kits chattering in the den from the ground in between Dinas' barks knowing the sow just entered the den.Climbed the tree to see the kits and sow in the den.Not a good idea being 15' above ground.The tree was hollow above the den too or the whole tree was hollow so to speak.When I peeked my light into the hole the sow jumped into my face with a quick snarl and just about knocked me out of the tree.
Most times old sows like that will run and try to lead the dog away from the kits and go up a different tree quite a ways away,but Dina was a deluxe accurate lay up dog and caught this old girl by surprise.Same dog I accidently knocked out by letting a big old coon land on her at the tree from out of the tree 30' above her shooting the coon in the head.Thought I had broke her back.Luckily after a few minutes she was up and atom barking again just knocked out is all.....lol.Same dog I accidently shot in the top of the muzzle once with a CB shot to kill a big coon in a cave through all the hectic action.See in confined spaces like that a more powerful loud retorting shell will damn near break your ear drums....lol.Still got the coon.She never quit barking either and woooled that old coon like she owned him.Took her to the vet and you could see the lead bullet stuck in her jaw bone.He said let it stay in there.Sent me out with some antibiotics and she was ready to go the next night.....lol.Same dog that won the Iowa State hunt in the registered division out of 100 registered dogs hunted one saturday night in that division by treeing the winning scored coon in an outhouse of all things in the woods....lol..Other dogs from my kennel have embedded memories that'll never leave me.Some more/some less than her.
I've had to wait out dogs or dog since I liked hunting dogs by themselves too many times fighting in caves before that I can't get into.Makes for a long night waiting them out.They won't come out till the kill the coon.I did a lot of river hunting and coons like those old abandoned beaver dens.I will kill those coon that like to go to a hole though as soon as possible because they are trouble in the end.Training dogs we tree the same coon many times over.
I've had to hire a back hoe couple of occasions to get my dogs back.Luckily they were always OK.Dug them out by hand a couple of times too with a spade the next day.Thank God for tacking collars!!!!
Many,many stories stay with a person over the years.Some funny/some dangerous/but always memorable/rewarding with most very exciting.To me one of the most exciting sports out there.It's all about the dog!!!
Now bow hunting with self bows I have to do all the work myself including making the bow and arrows....lol.Not quite as exciting most times until the deer gets super close but still very rewarding and not near as strenuous for this old man.

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