Coon Hunting

I have been Coon Hunting since I was just a wee little feller, my Mom and Dad ran coonhounds for their whole married life, and Dad even longer. They got rid of their last hound when me and my little brother came along because he was big and jumped all over people.  We got a female mountain cur, Linney, and after her, Sandy.  We mainly went squirrel hunting at first, but Dad still coon hunted quite a bit with them. Then I read "Where The Red Fern Grows" and I HAD to go coon hunting!!  The first time out, I was hooked! We went most every night for several years.  We moved out here to Montana and haven't gone as much because it's been so dang cold(-40 is not uncommon at all!) and the coons aren't moving, hence my addiction to predator calling!  We have alot of fun though when we do go.  Here are some pictures of our past success. : )  I can't wait until early spring(it's February) to where the coons will come out!

Trevor, Taylor, and Trigger after a night after the ring-tailed bandits last year.