03-19-2006, 04:59 PM
Now the reason I call this a bass hunting trip is because, basically, that is exactly what it was.
It all started one night when I was going coon hunting. Some hunters from another area had heard about my dog Blue and his excellent nose. Blue had the reputation of being able to run a track a week old.
Well, we were hunting along a river here in WV when Old Blue started barking treed. We hurried to where he was barking at a rather large Bass he had drug up on the river bank. The guys that were hunting with me started razzing me about having a fish dog when I saw something move inside the Bass. I reached down and slit the fish open and there was a 27 pound coon inside that fish.
Talk about a TALL tail or maybe a ringtail!
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It all started one night when I was going coon hunting. Some hunters from another area had heard about my dog Blue and his excellent nose. Blue had the reputation of being able to run a track a week old.
Well, we were hunting along a river here in WV when Old Blue started barking treed. We hurried to where he was barking at a rather large Bass he had drug up on the river bank. The guys that were hunting with me started razzing me about having a fish dog when I saw something move inside the Bass. I reached down and slit the fish open and there was a 27 pound coon inside that fish.
Talk about a TALL tail or maybe a ringtail!
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