steve bankston
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Registered: Sep 2013
Location: tylertown,mississippi
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MIGHTY BLUE JAKE

This is MIGHTY BLUE JAKE, Sire to the new gyp Stormy I just bought. There is a story behind this picture I would like to share with yaw that is hard to believe but it is the truth. Not just that he was treed in the middle of the morning and yes he had the coon, much more than that. I had bought Jake from Mr. Frank about a year before this picture was taken but had only hunted him a couple months out of that year. I had him going good and headed in the right direction but he wasn't a finished hound. One night I cut him from the house here on the Bogue Chitto River. He struck upriver from the house and was getting deep when he hushed a little while then started opening again headed west. I knew he had crossed the river into a big chunk of land that was owned by a man that didn't like anyone on his place. He soon was out of hearing so I rode around to Old River Road and stopped and listened from several spots but heard nothing. I never owned a tracker until the first of this year but that is one night I wish I had one. Anyway I rode around all the little county roads that made a huge block around that section of the county all night and never heard Jake again. I even walked into that guys place to where I could see his house which is way off the road but never heard him. I looked for days, listened at night, put out flyers, NOTHING. Days turned into weeks into months, nothing. I finally just gave up and put the word out I was looking to buy another Bluetick hound but non were for sale around here. My son Shane calls me one morning when he was coming out to stay the weekend and ask if it was ok if he brought a friend and I told him sure it was. Then he asked if I still wanted a Bluetick and I asked him who had one for sale? He said there was one that had been getting into his moms and step dads garbage at the end of their drive and they wanted him to haul it off somewhere. They live in Chatawa, 17 miles from me, about half way to Mr. Franks in Kentwood La. I told him, heck no, I didn't want a stray dog and don't bring that mutt out here. Well he did. Shane has a big heart, especially for Blueticks since I had them his whole life, so when he showed up he had this scrawny, mangy looking Bluetick with him. I fussed some and told him he could keep him here a couple days and we would feed him but he needed to find him another home. An hour later that dang hound was bawling and bawling in the pen and I couldn't get him to shut up. He was up on his hind legs winding something and I figured it was a deer so I told Shane to cut him loose. I was secretly hoping when he hit that deer he would leave here and not return. They cut him loose and I went back in the house. 15 minutes later they were running up the steps hollering that the stray had treed a coon!. I said Bull but Shane insisted I come see. When I got to the tree about a 100yds from this house this is the picture I saw and took. He was treed on this dead river birch, with a coon's back plain to see laid up in the hollow top sleeping. He had winded that coon from the pen and zeroed in on it once he was cut loose. I went home got the chainsaw and cut it down. When that tree hit the ground and the coon shot out, that stray grabbed him and finished him quicker than any hound I had ever seen. I just couldn't believe it. That night we cut him from the house and he treed upriver on a big water oak and had another coon that we put down to him. I kept that stray, wormed him up, got him over the mange and had him healthy. Didn't hunt him for about a month while I was getting him healthy. First morning I cut him was right before daylight and he treed downriver on a beech that was a den. As I came into the tree I stopped and watched him for a few minutes and listened to him and it hit me. This sounded and treed like the Jake dog I lost, but it just couldn't be. I hooked him up and flew back to the house and went through all my pictures but didn't have any of him. I hadn't had him long enough before I lost him so I called Mr. Frank and asked him if he had any of him and he said yes so I headed to his house with this stray dog. When he brought out the pictures and I pulled the stray, MIGHTY BLUE JAKE from the box neither one of us could believe it but it was true. The stray that was tearing up their garbage was my JAKE. He had a collar on when he went missing but none when found. Those two coon he treed that first day you could barely hear him as his voice was about gone and his looks were awful so I didn't recognize him by his looks or mouth. But after he got back on his feet and the month he stayed in the pen his voice came back. When I watched and listened to him tree that morning on that beech, it all came back to me. How that hound ended up MIA for all those months and to end up at the end of my Ex Wife's drive for Shane to find, and for him to go against my wishes and bring him out here anyway, and for Jake to wind that coon from the pen and go tree him or I would have never known that my hound had made his way back home. Its like a fairytale story but its the truth and to come in from hunting a few weeks ago and buy a gyp that I hadn't even saw a picture of, sent a friend a text asking if he knew anything about her, after I bought her, and for him to tell me that Stormy was Mr. Franks last hound, FATE. No other explanation needed.
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