Sunday, October 22, 2017

Baxter Black: Festus and the Coon

Doc had escaped his busy Omaha practice and met his friend Stevo west of Eustace for a little sport. "Ever hunted coon on one of these?" Doc asked as he jumped two mules outta the back of his pickup stockracks.

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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