re: Favorite outdoor moment/experience

Coon hunting in 1977 with my Grandfather (I was 16) in Arkansas. He was 78 at the time and was failing in health but we went. The dogs had treed a coon and we killed it without incident and then they took off again. Gramps was getting tired as we had walked about 3/4 of a mile and they treed again in a big old wild pecan with lots of grape and ivy vines in it.

We looked for about 20 minutes with no sign of a coon in that tree. He broke out his bobcat squaller and I went to pulling on vines when about that time the coon jumped. He landed about 4 feet from Gramps (who was on his knees) and stood up and started growling. Now this wasn't no ordinary coon but about a 25 pound boar who was pissed and ready to whip everything in sight. When Gramps found the coon with his headlight real close he couldn't get up so he went to rolling away saying "Get this GD SOB off of he he's fixing to kill me".

About that time we had one dog (mine) that was half cur and half bulldog who jumped on the coon and the fight was on. Gramps was still trying to get up and this fight was within 2 feet of him now. One of my cousins helped him up and we got to see a battle royale until the coon lost.

I'd like to have one more hunt with him now.