Have been a reader of this magazine for a good many years but have never written a word to it because I am not a writer but will try to tell of a coon hunt my father and I took not long ago.
We took our car (which is a sedan and keeps our dogs warm in cold weather) and went to a friend of ours where we took Shank's ponies up the hill; after going a mile or so we came to a slashing where the dog barked some distance ahead, then another dog barked there. We stopped and listened and heard a sound like splut; after we heard it twice we began to get there to see what was up, or maybe down. When we arrived there were three friends of ours with a mink in a log and were shooting at it with a 22 target pistol, which solved the mystery.
We all went together until the dogs struck and ran a trail for an hour or so and lost (there being frost). Here we parted as we were going down and they were going back home.
After leaving the others the dog struck and lost near the road so we went toward the creek where the dog did some cold trailing and we were about to give up and go home when she let out a whoop that called attention to her side of the question at once. We went toward the creek at a brisk walk then she turned up across fields till we had to run full speed ahead to keep within hearing and after about two miles of cross-country racing, found that the coon had treed in a hickory stub and we had to give it up after a few trials with a pole.
We would have liked to get the coon if we could but if we don't then it is there for another chase.
Did any of the brother coon hunters have a dog that seemed to go bad and not care to hunt, just get slow and lazy, not eat and have a dry nose? We did, too. If you have one like this just go to the drug store and get a box of Mother Gray's sweet powders for children (they are good for dogs, too) and mix one powder in some milk or gravy, make the dog think you are giving it a treat and you will be surprised at the result.
I had a pup that looked like a toy balloon (big in the middle and small on the ends) until I gave him some of these powders and now he is as well as ever.
Hoping this is of some use to the boys, I remain, your brother coon hunter,
C. M. Coleman
Hunter-Trader-Trapper. October: 1921,
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