my brother Richard started hunting when he was 10 years old. He had a blue tick raccoon hound.
He would start out at dusk and travel on our land down the hollow to the creek carrying a lantern and hunt coons and opossums for their hides which he sold.
One night he took of and in about 30 minutes he came rushing back in the back door.
Richards eyes were as large as silver dollars, Daddy said why are you back so soon?
Richard said something was following me, daddy said what was it ? Richard said I don't know but it followed me all the way and was saying, Who, who are you?
We laughed at Richard, what he heard was a hoot owl. In the dark of night it doesn't take much to scare a body.
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When I walk in the dark and look
at the ground, every stick is a
snake.
Funny story, Patsy. There's one around here some nights, and even though I know what it is, it still makes the skin crawl on the back of my neck if I'm outside after dark when I hear it.
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