I remember my first coon hunt.

[GP44]

I suppose I was about sixteen at the time when I worked in the fields with a crew of guys in the summer.
We would all get together at times even after the summer work was over.
My older brother worked with the same guys and we got invited to go out on a coon hunt.
We met on the bosses farm that was in the hills and hollows in Missouri.
They released the hounds and we all eight of us followed the barking sound of the running hounds.
After about a half mile through the woods in the dark we all stopped to rest.
It got quieter and quieter until I couldn’t get an answer from anyone.
They had snuck off into the dark.
I started hiking and came to a fence around a pasture and figured that it would be easier walking than through the brush because they didn’t leave me a flashlight - torch to some of you.
I was crossing that pasture and all of a sudden I started hearing a loud rumble so I stooped down to make use of the star lit sky.
What I saw was a herd of black angus cattle bearing down on me.
I took off running and still don’t know how I knew when I got to the barbed wire fence but I jumped that fence and the cattle turned and milled about.
They knew where the fence was.
I waited until my friends finished making their way around to where I was I figured they spooked the herd by walking around the top side of the pasture.
We all had a good laugh at how they ditched the greenhorn.
I missed that bunch of guys after my family moved from Missouri.

 

[IrishEyes]

I suppose I was about sixteen at the time when I worked in the fields with a crew of guys in the summer.
We would all get together at times even after the summer work was over.
My older brother worked with the same guys and we got invited to go out on a coon hunt.
We met on the bosses farm that was in the hills and hollows in Missouri.
They released the hounds and we all eight of us followed the barking sound of the running hounds.
After about a half mile through the woods in the dark we all stopped to rest.
It got quieter and quieter until I couldn’t get an answer from anyone.
They had snuck off into the dark.
I started hiking and came to a fence around a pasture and figured that it would be easier walking than through the brush because they didn’t leave me a flashlight - torch to some of you.
I was crossing that pasture and all of a sudden I started hearing a loud rumble so I stooped down to make use of the star lit sky.
What I saw was a herd of black angus cattle bearing down on me.
I took off running and still don’t know how I knew when I got to the barbed wire fence but I jumped that fence and the cattle turned and milled about.
They knew where the fence was.
I waited until my friends finished making their way around to where I was I figured they spooked the herd by walking around the top side of the pasture.
We all had a good laugh at how they ditched the greenhorn.
I missed that bunch of guys after my family moved from Missouri.

My late husband was a coon hunter, I would go with him at times. We'd also sit and turn the dogs loose and sit in the yard just listening to them, he'd know which one was getting the job done by the barks. Used to be a pretty popular thing for these Missouri boys. The dogs did not kill the coon, just treed them for those who don't know this hunting sport.

 

[Kadee]

I’m dumb I had to look up what a coon is ( being Aussie)

The word Coon …is on the offensive list … in Australia ..why? Because it was/ is a slang word used to describe indigenous Australians.
…..we had a cheese called Coon for …years ….and years ….and now it’s name has been changed to
Cheer cheese ….I still write coon cheese in my shopping list

 

[January]

Certainly an offensive word in Australia like Kadee said.
On a par with calling people n......s

 

[GP44]

My late husband was a coon hunter, I would go with him at times. We'd also sit and turn the dogs loose and sit in the yard just listening to them, he'd know which one was getting the job done by the barks. Used to be a pretty popular thing for these Missouri boys. The dogs did not kill the coon, just treed them for those who don't know this hunting sport.

I suppose I should have said we followed the sound of the “baying hounds”.
Yes real coon hunters can tell the difference of when they pick up a trail and when they tree and everything.
I ate some very tasty BBQ raccoon one time.
Few people can cook like that if they don’t inherit the skill.
Of course a good beer helps the taste of anything.