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There’s something special about my early days of coon hunting, the kind of memories that stick with you long after the dogs are loaded and the night is over. When I first started out, my world was small. I hunted right behind my house or a couple miles down the road at my cousins’ place. Those woods saw us just about every night, lights charged, collars put on, and dogs turned loose, looking forward to hearing a dog treed. Back then, it wasn’t about big hunts or titled dogs.

Some hunts fade with time, the details blur, the nights run together. But every now and then, there’s a hunt that sticks with you. The kind you don’t just remember, you feel it. The kind that shapes you, teaches you something, and stays with you long after the dogs are loaded and the woods go quiet. In my many years of hunting hounds, there are a few hunts that have truly left a mark on me. These are the ones I think back on often, the ones that have become core memories. The

There’s something about the sound of a dog treeing in the dark or the crack of a rifle on a crisp morning that sticks with you long after the season ends. It’s not just the hunts you remember, but the people beside you and the moments in between. As this past squirrel and coon season came to a close, I found myself thinking less about the numbers and more about the memories we made along the way. Life has been a little crazy lately. We took in a foster daughter, and while it’

Before everything was instant, before updates, posts, and notifications, there was a different kind of anticipation. The kind that came from waiting on a magazine in the mailbox or logging onto a slow computer, hoping to learn something new. Looking back now, I realize those moments didn’t just pass the time, they helped shape who I am today. This past week, I was listening to the Tree Talking Time podcast, and I was flooded with nostalgia. As Ben and Carl talked about coonda

Growing up I was the only hardcore hunter in my family. You could find me in the woods 5 nights a week following a hound. The rest of my family hunted some but did not share the same passion I held. Even so, you could find us in the woods on thanksgiving morning. My cousins, uncle, dad, sister and I would meet up and have our traditional thanksgiving hunt. We hunted the same plan every year. We started up by my Uncle Bill’s house and would hit a small group of oak trees that

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When I made it back to the truck, I was cold, wet, and miserable. I promised myself I’d never go hunting again.

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