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Raccoon Hunting
Ol’ Slick “opened up” with a loud tenor bawl, about a half-mile into the Broad River bottoms. He was telling me that a coon had walked there… much earlier in the night. The trail was ice cold. Ten minutes later, I could tell it was gettin’ hotter, as Slick’s barks changed to a shorter,…
The hounds were sounding half-hearted in their attempts at treeing a coon, so Glenn Cauley of Soperton, decided to catch them and move to another location. As his snakeproof boots swished through the underbrush on a hot night in September, Glenn’s mind was a world away from the horror of rattlesnake bite. But only a…
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