HUNTING AT NIGHT
By Mary Anderson-Boyd
| We would go hunting
at night in the Wintertime. That was really an experience.
One night, my Brother Milford and I, went . It was really cold.
Milford saw an opossum in the Persimmon tree. He shot and shot at
it. Finally it fell down. It was not an opossum afterall.
It was a big bird nest. What a shock when he picked it up.
I am sure glad it was not a skunk and he was too. Milford would also
go fox hunting and his wife, Thelma, would go with him. They would
stay all night in them their hills listening to the barking of the hounds
chasing the fox. I never went fox hunting.
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© Mary Anderson-Boyd 2003