Billy and Festus were sensible mules who
could handle most anything. The two hunters saddled up, sheathed their
rifles and released the hound dogs.
It was good and dark by the time they set
out across the open fields. The dogs were soon shiftin' and sniffin'
through the creek bottom, checkin' the brush and cottonwood trees.
Pretty soon they set up a racket down
through the draws and off they went with the mule riders in hot pursuit.
It wasn't long 'til the howls turned into a baying chorus. They had the
coon treed!
Dismounting, they tied up the dogs and
mules. The hunters turned their attention to a big elm tree. "Willya
shine the light up there, Stevo," asked Doc. The coon sat on a limb
twenty feet up. Doc brought him down with one shot.
It was a good sized boar coon with a
thick pelt. Doc put a slip knot around the coon's hind legs and dangled
him from the saddle horn.
They reorganized, released the dogs and were just fixin' to mount up when the coon came back to life! He bit Festus's flank!
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