It was a dark and cold night on December 20, 1999. I was in the Mississippi river bottom in Lauderdale county in western Tennessee. My blue, Ole blue was hot on a trail. It was a stream about 300 yards away from the Mississippi River. This was no ordinary coon we were chasing after. He jumped in the stream and crossed it about three times. Then he jumped backed in and swam down stream approximately 100 yards.
My dog had lost the coons scent. I became disappointed. then came a gust of wind and my dog head pointed south. then I heard the sweetest bark from him than I ever heard before. He just started to run the way that he had smelled the scent. Then I heard the bark that told me he was on that coons trail. He caught up with him so fast that the coon ran up the first tree he saw. Then he disappeared.
I shined my light all around the tree. There was no sight of the coon. Then I got frustrated and kicked the tree. The tree was hallow. The coon was humungous. Ole Blue reached out for his neck. At the same time the coon grabbed his neck. It was a good thing Ole Blue had on his thick collar. The fight lasted Fifteen minutes. The fight was over. I caught the coon. He weighed in at thirty pounds even. I mounted him.
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