This is a story about a dog that completely changed my life. I always liked coon hunting with hounds but never had the money to buy my own. After hunting with all of my friends I decided i would do anything for a dog. I got so desperate that the first hound i saw for sale in the newspaper i went out and bought for $200. I learned a lesson the day i bought my first hound, my lesson was if somebody sales you a dog saying they dont know much about it cause they got it in on trade dont take the time to listen to there B.S. Cause what they really mean to say is "the dog would not hunt so i beat him and when he chased my cattle i shot him but he didn't die so i decided to sell him.

The reason i call him my magic dog is the night i got him i was so excited and being to young to drive i walked to the nearest patch of woods from my houseto let him out. When i let him loose i was very dissapointed in him cause he would not tree. I ended up catching him and putting the leash back on him to take him home. On the way home i saw a coon running across a wheat field about 50 yards away when i saw him i immediatly let the dog loose chanting him on to catch the coon. At first he started to chase the coon but soon gave up for lack of effort. When i myself followed the coon to his den i pulled the dog up there to show him what he was supposed to do, but no he still was uninterested. I didn't want to waste the coon so i pulled out my .22 and shot the coon. As soon as the gun went off so did the dog. I chased the dog for what seemed like forever. No luck at all the dog just kept running. I gave up on the dog and walked home to bed. When i woke up in the morning i went back out to see if he had come back but he hadn't. I thought my dog was long gone.

Here is where the magic sets in about a month and a half after loosing the dog i came home from school and heard a amazingly loud dog barking in the back yard. When i went around to see there he was. He was treeing but for the wrong animal he had my moms house cat to the top of an old oak tree. i snatched the dog up and put him in his new month old pen. I tried hunting the dog many times after that just to find out that he loved to run off. every time i let him out he would run off and i would spend all night finding him.

After a few years i finally saved up the money to buy me a descent coonhound. the dog was great i spent all of my time hunting him. One night while hunting my new dog witha friends dog the two ran off. Not until later that month did my friend tell me that his dog was in heat the night we let them out. Come to find out he just wanted some really well bred puppies and didn't want to pay my stud fee. Once again my hopes where shattered after paying $200 dollars for my first dog and $500 for my second dog i was $700 in the whole and still didn't have a good dog.

Eventually i gave up on trying to find my good dog and started trying to hunt my old dog again. After setting in the pen for two years the first time i let my "Magic" dog out he struck up a trail of somesort and treed about two miles from my house. When I drove to the nearest road to my dog i could hear him tree not more then 150 yards away but oddly there were two dogs barking. When i showed up at the tree i just about fainted there was my other dog treeing right next to my first dog. After looking the dog over carfully just to make shure it was my dog i found that there was an address on the back side of his collar. After loading up my now two dogs i drove to the address on the collar. When i got to the address some people come out with there son. I could tell by the way they walked that they were very unhappy. When they asked me too see my dogs and i showed them the boys father started ripping my butt harder then ever. He was yelling how they were going to press charges for me trying to steal their dog, but when i whipped out a picture of the dog and me from when i first got him and showed the man he immediatly started backing off a little. After being fired up one minute the man started just telling his family to forget about the dog and just go to bed.

Then i asked the man where he had found the dog he starte to tralk but was enterupted by his son shouting we found him. When i asked where he was found he just happened to have been found right where my buddy and i dropped the dogs off. After talking things through with the man he ended up buying my "Magic" dog from me for $400 i ddin't really want to get rid of him But i figured if his son was gonna hunt him then what does it matter who owns him as long as he gets hunted. I never will forgett my "Magic" dog. The dog that started my coonhunting experience and brought it back after it vanished. I now live in the same house only hunting two new hounds i love to hunt and love my dogs. The boy with "Magic" kept the name and sent the dog off to be trained by a pro. The dog is 8 years old now and hunts like a dream. Thank God for the happyness the dog has borught to this world. T