My uncle bought my cousin a brand-new '73 Nova with money from coon hides, so she could drive it back and forth to college. He hunted coons more or less commercially. He worked his butt off all winter long, coon hunting from horseback later on. He wore out! three Nylon 66s coon hunting, and still had his fourth Nylon when he passed away about four years ago. He was still hunting coons, even after the price of coonhides went into the pits. He loved it.

I can remember seeing a newspaper article from 1956, when he and a couple of other guys got 56 coons in one night. It made the local paper, no one was working that hard at it back then.


You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.