My Dad and friends hunted them with dogs when i was young, One night the dogs killed a mother in a feed barn and they brought home 5 baby coons and we had 7 8week old bluetick pups. So the pups made great dogs, the times i got to go was hell Dad had to swim out in a tank to get one off the dogs head which he had done many times.The worse was one night we took trailer the best walker dad ever had and he had a coon so i took off and dad stopped me and said listen you could here a rattlesnake the coon was in a hole and the snake right beside dad went in and got trailer but he was bit twice in the jaw. He lived but watching the side of his face rot out was bad. Dad could always pick a great pup he kept it a secret for years what he would do is put a peice of jerky on a string and when he looking at the pups he would pull it out and drag it around i dont know if they were hungry are what but they always made good dogs.
