them O'possums are fun, we used to put $10 in a pot, every one who come back with a live possum in hand got to spit the pot at the end of the night. Dead-uns didnt count.[laugh]
the fun part was we had about 15 guys, one with a gun, "designated shooter" he was the only one who could drive us all home in the morning caz he was the only one still sober... LOL
the rest of us would be passin the masson jar around, tripping over the logs and every thing else in the woods, the funny part was wathing a bunch of drunks trying to get a possum back to the truck with out gettin bit...[sly]
we did get sum mighty fine coon huntin done, but we spent a lot of time trying to get the coons and blue tick and walkers apart... [shocked] one night we ran in to a coon I swear went 45 pound, It woopt the tarnation out of a 6 pack of hounds and still got away.[shocked] good thang there was 6 hounds, we'd a lost one or two from drownings iffin we hadnt.
then there waz them nights when we'd get 3-4 treed all at the same time, and with only one gun betweenst all of us, it sure would make our shooter have to hustle LOL... we didnt have all the tecky stuff we got now, the hottest item of the day back then was a CB radio... [laugh] Ya, I still got one, havent plugged it in for lord knows how long. I did stumble across it a couple days back.
aside from nam, politics and revenuers things waz pretty good back then.
I diddnt stop to think you might have gotten in to a few coon hunts in your day...
Now ya gotta tell me a coon huntin story [

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