steve bankston
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ADVENTURE


What a night! Bo, Bam and I had quite an action packed night. Not all good action but these two hounds was making things happen. Went down river in the Jet Boat with the new light and it's nice. Lot better than the other I had rigged up. Cut them on west side of river first and it wasn't long and Bam was baying in a hole in the ground. I stopped at 50yds from him and cut out my light and used the collar to make him quit it. Bo had struck about 400 deep and got treed quick so I went on to him after looking at Garmin to make sure Bam had left hole and was moving on. Bo had a coon in a medium size water oak and it was looking at me coming in and was easy to find. When they are easy to find it is usually a sow so I left her alone and sent Bo on deeper. Bam was a couple hundred yards back behind me and I could tell he had his head in a hole again. I eased back his way and when I was sure I was right I used the collar again to make him leave it. He hunted around awhile without striking and when he came close I hooked him up and sat down by a big tree and listened to Bo start working a track over 500yds up river. He moved it over a quarter mile, located up once a few quivering bawls but moved on. When he turned south west going away from the river and getting pretty deep I took Bam back to the boat and we headed up river. I had brought a 5 gallon bucket full of dog feed to put in feeder on east side, across the river from Bo so I stopped to fill it up and when I did I cut Bam loose. About time I filled the feeder Bam struck 342yds further east from the river and started moving upriver and Bo fell treed Way to the west on other side of river. I took boat a quarter mile upriver and puled in on Bo's side and he was straight in 737yds treed. Bam was still bumping around trailing so I took off to Bo. I had went almost half way and Bam fell treed and lit it up. I listened for a few minutes thinking it might be another hole but after a while I had no doubt this was a tree not a hole. So there I stood in the swamp torn between my hounds knowing Bo would stay but wanting to go back to Bam but thinking he probably wouldn't stay hooked long enough for me to get back to boat and get back down river and get in to him. So I just listened to both of them hammer it for 15 minutes and didn't move. Bam never slacked up, not once. I finally broke and took off back to the boat. At the boat Bam was still 467yds from me on other side of river. I blasted out of there, down the river a little, then beached it and tied it up and off I ran through the river birch bottom headed to my pup. Boy he was sounding good, to good. You know what they say when it sounds to good to be true! He is in the top picture that I took coming in then looked on up the tree and there sat a Big, Fat..... Possum! My heart just dropped but proud he treed and stayed hooked a good 30 minutes. I just snapped him up and back to the boat and back upriver we went. Bo was still blowing the top out. Bam and I made our way slowly to him as it was bad thick in places and beaver ponds all over we had to keep hunting away around the deep water. Finally got to him and he was treed on a water oak in a bad thicket and I didn't think I had a chance to find him but I finally did and it took 4 solid hits to dislodge him and he was full of fight when this monster hit the ground. The picture don't do him justice, he is without a doubt the biggest coon I have ever treed around here. Looked dang near as big as that one that I knocked out in Illinois to Mr. Jacks hound. Bo had fun for a minute and I let my possum treeing pup get a little then we headed out of there. I thought after falling 3 times, my bump cap liner coming unsnapped when it flew off my head, getting the end of gun barrel plugged with mud, tore half my sleeve off a new flannel shirt on saw briars, caught bad muscle cramps in both legs, after All that getting back to the boat I thought I had seen the worse until I saw the river. It was after 11pm and the Fog was thick over the water and about 6' high. The trip back with that bright new light reflecting back off that fog until it just looked like a white out was an Adventure in itself. I got home by shining my hunting light on the bank to my right and knowing where I was and adjusting my steering to hopefully put me in my channel where I needed to run. I only bumped one log lightly with the backend of the boat but I was lucky. Fog was awful and I wouldn't want to have to try that run again. I have to run 3/4 throttle to be planned out so I can make it through all the shallows . I'm sitting here typing this still drinking pickle juice hoping when I go to bed the cramps don't catch me again. But I bet me and ole Possum tree'er will be after them again tonight! Good Hunting!
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