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To: Solon who wrote (6056)	9/23/1998 11:54:00 AM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 12754

Solon: Druss got his start by hunting poor helpless coons and skinning them. it was a natural transition into boiler room brokerage. same technique, but larger prey and more dollars. we are very pround of him, here on the flame thread. foxy

To: Solon who wrote (6056)	9/23/1998 8:59:00 PM
From: Druss	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 12754

Solon--We actually didn't save the skins. Occasionally we kids would get the tails but they were common enough that we placed little value on them. The main thing we used the coons for was meat. It is delicious and we used to barbeque it. That led to a problem in that we had to get it away from the dogs before they chewed it to pieces and so once it was dead Sandy and my Dad would get in the middle of these dogs still scrapping with the carcass and take it away. If there were a lot of dogs we kids would pitch in. We would try to grab the sweeter dogs like one named Fanny who would never think of biting us. I hated Pumpkin who always acted like it was an accident when she would bite the bejesus out of you. Finally she bit my Dad and he kicked her hard enough he could have split the uprights with her at fifty yards and she quit that little trick at least with the adults. Jargo, only Sandy could or would touch. Jargo was one of the meanest dogs ever to blight the earth and Sandy only kept him because he was a superb coon dog. The manner in which they worked out who was boss was one of the most incredible things I have ever seen. Jago got into our ice chest and was devouring our stock of hot dogs when Sandy saw it and went over to run him off and Jargo bit him and went back at to eating. Sandy looked over at us and said, "Stand well back, he cain't get away with that." As we backed away Sandy dove right into that dog. The two of them were rolling all over and both of them were snarling. After about 30 seconds of intermingled dust, dog, and man, Sandy ended up on top holding Jargo down and choking him. He kept choking until Jargo quit moving and got up and came over to us. I think for us kids our jaws had dropped too far down to say anything. My Dad asked him if he was alright and he said yes. Then he asked if he had killed him and Sandy said, "I don't think so, we'll have to see." Jargo survived none the worse for wear as far as anyone could tell. He had a grudging respect for Sandy after that. Druss