A photo essay of Redbone Coonhounds on Lone Willow Farm.
After my dad researches genetic lines, night champions, and has sufficiently browsed all magazines from Full Cry to American Cooner he decides on a stud dog. About 60 some days after the breeding, Fog’s pups are born with their fat little squishy jade-like ears and velvety soft fur.
After chasing around coon-scented stuffed animals on a rope, the time has come to get serious and see if any of that genetic breeding helped and if natural instincts will kick in. This was the first hunt for Pinky-Lee (front left), Fog’s pup from her second litter. Pinky-Lee was one of the few to advance far enough to stay on the farm to see if she would become a deadly hunter like her mother. Her other littermates were given away to other coon hunters in the area. My dad and one of his hunting buddies, Brian Burgett unload the dogs.
Mama Fog shows how to get the job done with Sammy, Brian Burgett’s Walker hound. Coon was treed 1/2 a mile from our car right on the edge of the cornfield. Pinky-Lee showed no fear and stepped right in.