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Now this was nearly sixty years ago at my grandparent's home. My grandparents lived at the end if this long dirt road that ended up at the base of Rich Mountain. The land that bordered their land in the back was and is National Forest Land. You either knew them and were there to visit or you were lost. Their nearest neighbor was over a mile away (now wall to wall houses). There was this nuisance hound dog that belonged to a neighbor almost two miles away.
This dog had decided that it preferred eating the dog food at my grandparent's house and took up residency there. My grandmother had numerous times run it off and one uncle and one aunt had thrown rocks at it but it just kept coming back. The family dogs, all squirrel and coon dogs were dipped for ticks etc and were tick free. Not so this hound, the owner just didn't feel like wasting the time or money on getting his dogs dipped and so the male hound was covered in ticks. He also didn't care what his dogs did or where they were unless you ran over it and then it was his prize hunting dog.
My grandmother was fed up with the dog and wanted it gone permanently, alive of course, just gone. So my uncle Jess, nick named Guts (because he was always hungry) was given the task of running the dog off. Now Guts was what many called a mean spirited boy because of the things that he had done. Guts was eight at the time and assured his mother that he was up to the job and took off. He later appeared with a yellow jacket that he had caught. Smiling, he told his younger sister to watch and learn as he walked up to the resting hound lying in the porch. The dog, just watched with his tail thumping as he expected to be petted by the boy.
My aunt watched as Guts lifted the tail up and stuck the very angry yellow jacket's tail to the business end of the dog. Instantly the dog was up, howling and screeching as it ran as hard as it could to get away. Guts was if course laughing as they watched the dog head back to it's home. The sister could see the yellow jacket's tail still moving around searching for another place for it's stinger to sting. Guts was through with the insect and so mashed it between his thumb and finger. My grandmother said that they could hear the dog all the way home. The dog? It never came back and my grandmother was very happy. Life in the country back in the late fifties. Back then, no one chained a dog or penned it unless it was in heat or a mean dog.
This dog had decided that it preferred eating the dog food at my grandparent's house and took up residency there. My grandmother had numerous times run it off and one uncle and one aunt had thrown rocks at it but it just kept coming back. The family dogs, all squirrel and coon dogs were dipped for ticks etc and were tick free. Not so this hound, the owner just didn't feel like wasting the time or money on getting his dogs dipped and so the male hound was covered in ticks. He also didn't care what his dogs did or where they were unless you ran over it and then it was his prize hunting dog.
My grandmother was fed up with the dog and wanted it gone permanently, alive of course, just gone. So my uncle Jess, nick named Guts (because he was always hungry) was given the task of running the dog off. Now Guts was what many called a mean spirited boy because of the things that he had done. Guts was eight at the time and assured his mother that he was up to the job and took off. He later appeared with a yellow jacket that he had caught. Smiling, he told his younger sister to watch and learn as he walked up to the resting hound lying in the porch. The dog, just watched with his tail thumping as he expected to be petted by the boy.
My aunt watched as Guts lifted the tail up and stuck the very angry yellow jacket's tail to the business end of the dog. Instantly the dog was up, howling and screeching as it ran as hard as it could to get away. Guts was if course laughing as they watched the dog head back to it's home. The sister could see the yellow jacket's tail still moving around searching for another place for it's stinger to sting. Guts was through with the insect and so mashed it between his thumb and finger. My grandmother said that they could hear the dog all the way home. The dog? It never came back and my grandmother was very happy. Life in the country back in the late fifties. Back then, no one chained a dog or penned it unless it was in heat or a mean dog.
