I walked him down a little creek bottom until he struck a track that seemed really good (and I couldn't see any deer tracks nearby) so I turned him out and crossed my fingers. He trailed for about ten minutes, settled down with a long locating bawl and proceeded to hammer. Wish I had my camera with me...it was a cool picture. Two big fat coons up in the crotch of a big ol' cottonwood tree looking down at us.
I was his first time so I shot 'em both out to him, but I don't think I'll shoot too many more (those little bastards were kind of hard to skin!
The pup's name is Huckleberry (9 mo. old)...the other pup's name is Tyler (my son). He'll be eleven at the end of the month and I think he's starting to catch the hound bug too!




