HUNTING TONIGHT

I'll stomp on my boots and put on my light, coon season is in and I'm going tonight. I've got Lady and Blue and Molly and Queen and Spike's the best Walker that a man ever seen. I'll drive to the Bottoms and set them all free and they'll make old Big Foot start hunting a tree. He'll tease them and taunt them with his whole bag of tricks, He'll run to the corn fields then back to the sticks. He'll swim the small river and run the far shore, then head for the Marshlands and circle some more. He'll run and He'll listen to the pack closing in, then head for tall timber and climb to his den. The hounds will soon find him and get on the tree and howl their defiance while they're waiting for me. I'll praise them and pet them and load them back in and promise Old Big Foot We'll run him again. I like happy endings, that's the way it should be, Old Big Foot's back home and safe in his tree.