'Goin a Coon Huntin'

Discussion in 'Hunting Dogs Talk' started by SassyManxLady, Nov 13, 2006.

  1. SassyManxLady

    SassyManxLady New Member

    Well, I setting here, and all I can seem to do is laugh and cry at the same
    time. 'Goin a coon huntin', my, my, but the precious memories.
    Now,most of you folks will think it is kind of strange for a woman to be
    talking about coon hunting, but folks, to this day, I would walk all night,
    just to hear, one more time, the wonderful sound of Ole Drum and Lil Sadie,
    running, for the chase was on.
    My daddy explaining to me what was going
    on and who was where and which dog was doing all the work, one more time.
    You know, as I get older, I come to respect the simpler things we use to do
    as children. I don't have the vocabulary or the words to express the way
    I feel in my heart of the many wonderful nights I spent with my daddy, in
    those ole Arkansas and Missouri hills, listening to and following those
    dogs. He taught me how to shoot, how to find my way home by the stars,
    and how to appreciate the finer things of life.
    Two deer seasons ago, as my daddy was lying in bed, for the ravages of
    cancer were taking their final hold, he took my hand and asked me to go
    ahead and go deer hunting for him. I didn't want to leave him, for a week
    long deer hunt, but he asked me to do it for him. I went, but my heart
    wasn't in the hunt.
    The below poem, say's everything that I feel in my heart, and I wanted to
    share it with everyone. I was a pallbearer at daddies funeral and was
    suppose to read the poem at the cemetery. However, I was unable to get
    through the whole poem.
    So now, in honor and memory, of my daddy, Robert 'Bob' Pyland.

    The coals in the campfire have faded.
    The foggy morning air is still,
    with only the songs of the birds
    and the distant sound of cattle on a far off hill.

    The coffee long cold is thrown out.
    The stories have all been told of hunts
    and hounds long years in the past,
    but whose memory will always last.

    The hunter lifts his horn to his lips
    and sounds a clear and lasting call
    and a lone tired hound hears the far, far sound
    over rocks and creeks and wood fall.

    Then we watch with respect
    as he comes to the truck exhausted, spent, his feet sore,
    though his hearts in the chase, its time to go home,
    and he answers his masters call.

    And so it is with the hunter whom we have known and loved so well,
    as we often recall how he ran life's race.
    We will miss him so and always know his heart is still in the chase.

    In hunting and life and to his fellow man,
    this gentleman gave it his all,
    but he heard that horn calling him home,
    and he answered his masters call.

    I love you daddy and thank you for the wonderful memories!!
    Your Ole Beck
  2. brad kilpatrick

    brad kilpatrick New Member

    Kansas City
    Thanks Becky, May comfort find You soon!

  3. spoonfish

    spoonfish New Member

    Warsaw, Mo.
    Very nice Becky. Thank you for sharing that with us.
  4. MRR

    MRR New Member

    Thank you for the wonderful poem.It sounds like your Dad was a very special person. May you find peace and comfort from now on. God Bless . And your right theres nothing like hearing the dogs treeing at night.
  5. Cherokee

    Cherokee New Member

    Thank you for sharing that with us.
  6. Catgirl

    Catgirl New Member

    Hi Becky......welcome to the BOC, and thank you for sharing those wonderful memories of your father with us. I am a "daddy's girl" too. I think you did a great job of expressing yourself, but the poem was an added bonus. Your dad must have appreciated having a daughter who enjoyed the same things that he did. May your special memories live on long into the future, and good luck with the coon hunting! :smile2:
  7. peewee williams

    peewee williams New Member

    Becky.Daddy will always be with you.He lives on through you.Just accept and enjoy him in your heart.Daddies are for hugging daughters and making everything alright.Not causing hurt and tears.I wish with all of my heart that I could take you in my lap,put my arms around you and rock you untill the hurt went away.I think that your daddy would approve.You see,I am a daddy and I am where your Daddy was with cancer and heart damage.I love you sweetheart.peewee-williams
  8. olefin

    olefin New Member

    Becky, thanks for sharing your memories and the wonderful poem. I know your daddy must have been really proud of you.
  9. joecatfish

    joecatfish New Member

    Becky, that poem is beautiful. I too, LOVE coon hunting. Raised redbones for years back in the 60's and 70's, as a farm boy. I haven't been in a while, but I sure want to. It is some of my fondest memories.
    I know your daddy is soo proud of you.
    God bless you.
  10. SassyManxLady

    SassyManxLady New Member

    Thank you so much for the kind words, you will never know just how much they mean to me.
    I don't know how you done it, but you happened to reply to my posting exactlly 6 years to the day that we lost daddy.

    I don't have the words. You are always near my heart and in my thoughts. I miss you daddy, and I don't mean to cry. I am being very good, but Deb, Rob and Dan have been real bad :))) I had a big catfish fry last week and we were all here. And yes daddy, you were here to in all our hearts.
    I love you daddy!
    Your Ole Beck
  11. SassyManxLady

    SassyManxLady New Member

    Happy birthday Daddy. I surely do miss and love you.

    Ever since I was 13 years old, I fixed you the same birthday supper Daddy. Even though you have been gone for 7 years, I will fix you your fried catfish, fried taters, corn on the cob, cornbread and a jug of tea. Please know daddy that while I am setting at the table eating OUR supper, I will be thinking of you and loving you even more.
    Your Ole Beck
  12. pk_powell

    pk_powell New Member

    I lost my daddy in November of 02. I know your pain Sister only two well! I am so sorry for your loss. I still have my days where I think of both my deceased parents and cry. Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem. May God Bless you each day richly!!:sad2:
  13. 223reload

    223reload New Member

    Thanks for those ,Becky I lost my dad on Christmas day 99. And have a whole new outlook on holidays now . There are times I miss My dad very much also