~Mountain Music~

Between the dark and the daylight, when the light is starting to climb comes a pause in the rest of the night. That's known as the hunting time. I hear in the woods behind me the patters of tiny feet. The sounds of a squek and a rustle of my hounds striking the trail, towards the creek. From my calmness I listen to the Mountain music as I'm watched from above by a full moon.

I hear my little lonely female getting to it. There's her locate, off thru the tall timbers I zoom. Ticks, fleas, chiggers, poison ivy and briars, is my reward for ill-cautioned haste. Boy she sounds as sweet as an South Georgia Gospel choir.

She's a balling like there's a coon she can't taste with anticipation. I ease through the creek, to the other side I must go. Through the tangle, I got a peek, of my hound on the hardwood, putting on a show. Slowly I get there, and to my surprise, there's a great huge coon up there, with his round glowing eyes and his grayish ringtail.

I look at my hound, and she knows that look. She knows I'm very proud of her. To the collar the lead I hook, to shoot that coon, so she can tear it up.

Time to head home, tomorrow we will do it again. This is the life of a coon hunter, that I'll love. Lot's of work, the reward is all so worth it. And I thank the Lord above for the chance to hunt whether successful or slicked. So enjoy every moment in the woods like it was your last. Cause time doesn't stand still like it should. You'll cherish the memories of your past!

                         Leslie Barrett

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