First Coon Hunt of the Year

My father-in-law (Mike) and I went on my first coon hunt of the year last night and even though we didn’t come back with a coon we still had a good hunt. 

Old Jim treed what seemed like a mile away and he sounded pretty good. It was a big old den tree and we couldn’t find the coon so we walked Jim off the tree. He was pretty convinced there was a coon there because he went back to that tree three times. I swear I think I could find that tree now with my eyes closed. Mike was a little frustrated and he finally got it through Jim’s head that he shouldn’t go back to that tree and he didn’t. After that Jim led us on another merry chase but I was happy because he was at least heading in the direction of the truck. Up and down a couple of hills and through a creek we found Jim again but he wasn’t treed yet so we gave him some time. He was milling around this one area for so long we decided to go take a look and see what the problem was. We found a little opossum in a tree and to give Jim credit he didn’t bark at it but it sure had him a little confused. We got him out of that area and off he went again. By this time it seems like we’ve walked twenty miles but it was probably more like one or two. We were back on our own forty acres and we noticed a lot of deer sign. I was pretty happy about that since I’ll be hunting there this weekend for the second firearm deer season. We hadn’t heard from old Jim in quite a while and I was starting to get worried that he may have taken off after one of those deer. There’s nothing worse than hearing your dog’s bark get farther and farther away as he chases a fast moving deer. You never know when he’ll stop. We got the radio locator out and it was telling us Jim was pretty far away so we got in the truck and drove down the road a ways. The long and short of it is we drove up and down the road and ended up right back where we started. We were just cussin’ that old dog when all of sudden here he came. We called him in the nicest voices we could muster so as not to make him think we were mad. There’s also nothing worse than wanting to end the hunt and have your dog within reach only to have him bolt and have to spend the next two hours looking for him. We got him gathered up and called it a night. I’ve come to the conclusion that there is a very fine line between coon hunting and coon dog hunting. I’m not sure which one were doing last night but I still had a pretty good time just being out in the woods.

Taylor’s Four Month Checkup

Taylor went to her four month checkup last Friday and the doctor said everything was great. She weighs a whopping 14lbs 8ozs. The doctor said we could start her on baby food so since then we’ve tried a few things. So far she likes pears the best but she also likes green beans, carrots, and bananas. She really didn’t care for the Gerber potatoes at all. You should have seen the face she made. Terri tried them and said they tasted really bad so we’ll wait until she can eat real mashed potatoes.

She’s really starting to use her hands a lot more and she plays with a few of her toys now. There are a couple that she can work by herself and she has a ball. She also likes to look at herself in the mirror. Gee, I wonder where she got that from mom. Wink, Wink!