Liberty Belle
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Hey Tap – interesting and intriguing thread. Oh, and welcome back. Real glad to have you. I didn’t realize that was you I replied to about the Kraft Springs fire. I got too busy and hadn’t been keeping up with all the different posts so I missed your homecoming.
Got a another Coon Dog story. Several years ago my two oldest boys and Coon Dog's second to the youngest brother were wrestling at the regional tournament in Fort Pierre. I invited his mama to ride down with me and stopped at her house in Buffalo about 4:00 in the morning to pick her up. Coon Dog had wandered in during the night and decided to ride along and watch Troy and boys. He loaded his warbag in the back of my van, helped his mom load her stuff, and away we went out into the night.
We watched wrestling all day and that evening as we were getting ready to load up and head home, Coon Dog was nowhere to be found. We asked around and one of the Buffalo fans had seen him while he was taking his warbag out of my van. He had decided to hitchhike over to his uncle’s buffalo ranch and, without a word to his mother or anyone, just hit the road with his thumb in the air. Mona just grinned and shook her head and we came home without him. Just used to him, I guess.
My older sons used to visit him at his residence in the Short Pines, mainly to test if his “white lightening” was fit to drink. On more than one occasion, they dined on the stew he kept on the back of his cook stove that they were fairly certain contained the choicest morsels from the dead horse laying outside his back door.
My number two son worked with Coon Dog as a securtiy guard at the Buffalo Chip for a couple years, back when they packed shooting irons and were horseback. When the management disarmed the guards and took away their horses, they both quit.
With these stories we’ve told, I’m fairly certain that the folks reading these would never recognize the target of our tales if they met him. Coon Dog is probably the most intelligent guy I’ve ever met and to look at him reminds a lot of folks of Gus in the movie Lonesome Dove, only he’s younger and much better looking. He’s a historian beyond compare, an absolutely hilarious writer (remember the “Harding Hardtimes”?), and a natural musician that can play anything on any instrument.
Oh yes – Homer!! He was a definite character, although not in the same class with Coon Dog. Marilee told me that Homer was the reason she got caller ID on her telephone… and then she would break down and answer anyway because she was afraid he might be having trouble or something. And she would always be sorry she did.
Got a another Coon Dog story. Several years ago my two oldest boys and Coon Dog's second to the youngest brother were wrestling at the regional tournament in Fort Pierre. I invited his mama to ride down with me and stopped at her house in Buffalo about 4:00 in the morning to pick her up. Coon Dog had wandered in during the night and decided to ride along and watch Troy and boys. He loaded his warbag in the back of my van, helped his mom load her stuff, and away we went out into the night.
We watched wrestling all day and that evening as we were getting ready to load up and head home, Coon Dog was nowhere to be found. We asked around and one of the Buffalo fans had seen him while he was taking his warbag out of my van. He had decided to hitchhike over to his uncle’s buffalo ranch and, without a word to his mother or anyone, just hit the road with his thumb in the air. Mona just grinned and shook her head and we came home without him. Just used to him, I guess.
My older sons used to visit him at his residence in the Short Pines, mainly to test if his “white lightening” was fit to drink. On more than one occasion, they dined on the stew he kept on the back of his cook stove that they were fairly certain contained the choicest morsels from the dead horse laying outside his back door.
My number two son worked with Coon Dog as a securtiy guard at the Buffalo Chip for a couple years, back when they packed shooting irons and were horseback. When the management disarmed the guards and took away their horses, they both quit.
With these stories we’ve told, I’m fairly certain that the folks reading these would never recognize the target of our tales if they met him. Coon Dog is probably the most intelligent guy I’ve ever met and to look at him reminds a lot of folks of Gus in the movie Lonesome Dove, only he’s younger and much better looking. He’s a historian beyond compare, an absolutely hilarious writer (remember the “Harding Hardtimes”?), and a natural musician that can play anything on any instrument.
Oh yes – Homer!! He was a definite character, although not in the same class with Coon Dog. Marilee told me that Homer was the reason she got caller ID on her telephone… and then she would break down and answer anyway because she was afraid he might be having trouble or something. And she would always be sorry she did.