The King of Sausage!!
New to site but the more I read the memories come flooding back from years gone by.Hunting cats on Sunday mornings with my Dads freinds and his son who was my age. Listening to the dogs run, the anticipation of walking(running to the tree) to see what we had. Back then we would squall the cats or raccoons out and have dog fights with 1 or 2 older dogs and pups for training. My Dad 35 mm. films with cats hanging on every fence post as far as you cant see(15 to 20 post) I have fallen out of trees got lost in the woods with family that grew up in that area all their lives and never seen this road before in their entire life only to find the truck around the next bend or over the next hill. I fell in to creeks , been covered head to toe in mud, holding hounds by the collers with leases in my mouth trying to keep from being dragged into the creek or allowing a dog to get drowned by the big old ridge raccoon thats in the creek, lost in a white out snow storm carrying 3 or 4 raccoons because the dogs were on another hot trail,being chased out frompeoples yards where the dogs treed and was only trying to pull the dogs off the trees, sweated till I thought I would die froze to where I couldnt feel my toes or hands been excited as could be mad because we werent going home and so many more thoughts and feeling than I can exspress. So I guess to those who wonder where I going.Only those who have been there would understand.When you wonder about taking your young-uns along would want them to feel this way 1 day. I am ramblin but really enjoying this moment. Thanks to all who've asked questions or shared their stories. I hope any input I have given through my responses have helped if not I will still respond any way because thats how I am maybe its not for you but for myself. Boy that sounds wrong. Thanks