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And here again don't assume all coon hunters are trespassers. I have coonhunted with a hound since I was old enough to carry a light. And I can gaurentee I've never been where I didn't have permission. And as far as the dogs running deer. I won't own one. I ve seen several dogs put to rest because they ran deer and couldn't be broke off of them. I guess what I'm saying is don't assume all houndsmen are ass holes and tresspassers.
You would be the less than 1% that I've ever seen, a good majority just flip a dog out where they please. I had to quit hunting with an old guy around here. I would say his name but his dogs are pretty well known. Id ask him "who owns these woods? "The Indians" No seriously. Do you know who owns them? The coon and the dog don't care. Reckon I don't either. Guy was like 80 and straight didn't care whose names on the deed. Far as he's concerned the Indians owned it. And most never catch crap about it.
If their dog is worth a damn it'll get in there and get hooked within 150 yards of the truck. They'll walk in. A couple 22 cb caps, leash em, and back to the truck they go. Most are in and out before the farmer can even get his pants on. Not that most of them even care. I remember he went out one night by himself. Farmer found his truck parked down the lane and took his keys. Left a note saying to come see him. He used his spare out if the box and went home. I'll be damned the next day if that old rascal didn't have his keys back, a signed slip and a key to the gate.
Really the only people that get their panties in a bunch is city folk who moved to the country and deer hunters.
The wardens don't even really care. Ain't worth their time to chase a few coon hunters through the county. He told me a story about how our warden used to have it out for him. One night he left the house and saw the warden following him. Took him for a drive all over the county. Another night he parked his truck on the side of a road near a swamp and put his dogs in his buddies truck leaving his box open. Him and his buddy went on and hunted the rest of the night. That morning he loaded his dogs back in his truck and went home. When he got there our old warden was waiting at his house covered in mud up to his waist. Ole GW ha spent most of the night in the swamp laying in wait to catch him. doesn't take many nights of that where they figure out they have better things to do than chase a guy all over the county to write one ticket.
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