My granpappy was a coon hunter...

His buddy told me this story about him after he passed.

Grampaw had this famous coon dog name of Rattler Brown and this mutt [censored] name of spOt...

Said one gloomy damp night ol Rattler was down in the swamp just tearing it up on a big cypress.

As they approached the tree they see the little [censored] 'spOt running around and around Rattler nipping and yipping at his heals while Rattler is bull frog barking at the tree.

They put up light...the tree was lit up like a starry night.

Said Grampaw took aim up amungst them eYes...bOom.

Said when grampaw fired up that big cypress one time with his fOe'hunnad n tin....7 coons, 6 turkeys, 4 opossums, 2 woodpeckers and 3 squirrels fell out the tree....

and one cooked gOose.

One squirrel hit the betch spOt on the head and gave her permanent brAin damage....

Grampaw his buddy and Rattler barely escaped with their lives.

I'm sure in the next life the [censored] spOt is still running around nipping at fOlks heals.

On a dark gloomy night listen real close and you can almost hear her.

Rumor was Grampaw worked at Roswell seems he had smuggled out some alien mAgic dust not of this world...said Grampaw called it his magic fAiry dust.

Said all you had to do was just touch the end of your shotgun shell into it.


I'm sure this story sounds too far fetched for some...

As told to me cross by heart and hope to lie....