Well the last weekend of season many years ago I saw 2 big coons in top big tree going at. They stayed up there all morning. I had this bright idea that since they could get after it way longer than I ever could that they deserved to die.
When morning hunt ended and my brother and friend come to get me.
I told them my plan...by this time the coons was inside of the hollow tree.
I said all we got to do is smoke um out.
We put leaves in hollow tree and light it up. Smoke started to go up in tree as planned, but we needed more smoke. So we got more leaves and boy it was smoking good. Then all of a sudden smoke stopped so we put more leaves. ..still no smoke. Then we realize the reason no smoke because flames started comeing out hollow knot holes some 40 or 50 ft above ground.
My brother drove back to camp as fast as could to try find a saw and some kinda bucket. He had to act calm so not to look like an ideot to the other members and tip off our situation. Lol
Finally he makes it back with a saw and an empty old gallon mustard jug to dip water. (I know. ..crazy)lol. The tree shooting flames out top of tree when he pulls back up. Good thing is it was like a half acre hump surrounded by swamp. We cut tree down and boy it light up.
Now our 1 jug old mustard jug is now being filled with swamp waster and ran to pore on tree. After about an hour of running the jug back and forth we finally get it out.
By this time it's like 3 in the evening on last day of season and we said the CensoredCensoredCensoredCensored with it we started drinking home brew.
Then we all drunk and one old member wouldn't pay his dues so I hooked winch to his bus and drug it across public road and left it on side of highway.
Dam.....that was fun.
Good ole days.
I'm not in that club no more but my brother said they still talk about it almost every night gathered up around the campfire at the Ole camphouse
When morning hunt ended and my brother and friend come to get me.
I told them my plan...by this time the coons was inside of the hollow tree.
I said all we got to do is smoke um out.
We put leaves in hollow tree and light it up. Smoke started to go up in tree as planned, but we needed more smoke. So we got more leaves and boy it was smoking good. Then all of a sudden smoke stopped so we put more leaves. ..still no smoke. Then we realize the reason no smoke because flames started comeing out hollow knot holes some 40 or 50 ft above ground.
My brother drove back to camp as fast as could to try find a saw and some kinda bucket. He had to act calm so not to look like an ideot to the other members and tip off our situation. Lol
Finally he makes it back with a saw and an empty old gallon mustard jug to dip water. (I know. ..crazy)lol. The tree shooting flames out top of tree when he pulls back up. Good thing is it was like a half acre hump surrounded by swamp. We cut tree down and boy it light up.
Now our 1 jug old mustard jug is now being filled with swamp waster and ran to pore on tree. After about an hour of running the jug back and forth we finally get it out.
By this time it's like 3 in the evening on last day of season and we said the CensoredCensoredCensoredCensored with it we started drinking home brew.
Then we all drunk and one old member wouldn't pay his dues so I hooked winch to his bus and drug it across public road and left it on side of highway.
Dam.....that was fun.
Good ole days.
I'm not in that club no more but my brother said they still talk about it almost every night gathered up around the campfire at the Ole camphouse