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Monthly Archives: May 2014

Driving home tonight took me back to those cool spring nights from when I was a boy. I covered some backroads that aren’t so backroad anymore. Riding with my window down listening to WSM on my radio felt right. The cool night air filling my lungs with good ole Tennessee countryside. I think of when we could pull off the road and drop the tail gait to exercise the hounds. 

Hearing the clear crisp sound of Jack echoing throughout the rolling hills of middle Tennessee was oh so therapeutic. Now the memories are every bit as therapeutic. It wasn’t lost that the dog box I was carrying in the bed of my pickup truck was the same dog box used all those many years before. Magnum, Jack, Blaze, Utah and Reble are but a few of the many hounds that traveled to and from the woods in that old dog box. 

Now days I don’t have time to hunt coons with a bawl mouthed Bluetick Coonhound. My new four legged friends are the Mountain Feist. It’s been a learning experience for sure. Second guessing myself causes me to wonder if I doing things the right way. Visiting with a well versed Mountain Feist man over the weekend has reassured me that I’m on the right track. Now it’s up to me to put in the time and effort to help my two Mountain Feist reach their full potential. 

Along the way hopefully I’ll get some exercise. Not to mention enjoying the beauty of my beloved Tennessee natural resources. The companionship and love shown by these little Mountain Feist is addictive. They certainly take a hold of you. 

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