Dumb Stuff
When I was a kid my Dad and I were hunting in an area that allowed using hounds. We had stopped on the road in the afternoon to talk to a couple of guys that were easing down the road in their truck. They had let one of their hounds out in the adjoining field to cast for scent. The hound was tan, it took a little bound over some Palmetto's and all hell broke loose from the far tree line. Blam, Blam, Blam; immediately followed by cussing and screaming from the hound guys to knock it off. Fortunately the intrepid hunter was a bad shot, they missed the dog and us as well.
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