Me and sister live on the mountain, honey and we wouldn’t live anywhere else in this old world. We have been here all our lives and you wouldn’t believe all the fun we have. One of the things we like is Fox hunting on a moon lit night, Honey, you never heard anything so pretty as them hound dogs yodeling. It just makes the cold chills run up and down your back. Now child, I know I complain about sister, she’s the bull headiest thing you ever saw in your life. We just fuss all the time and sister wont give one inch to save her life. She is one contrary woman and that’s a fact. But we still have a whole tow sack full of fun. (if any of you are from the mountains, this is all in fun.)
When me and sister was 10 years old our grandma bought us a dog. Mama and daddy didn’t like it but they wouldn’t say that to grandma. Now sister, honey she didn’t care, she loved that dog to pieces. She would carry that dog around where ever she went. She was so jealous she wouldn’t let me lay a hand on it. I wanted to call him Pluto but no, sister had to call him Willie, I never did like the name Willie and I still don’t.
Just a tacky name if you ask me. But sister didn’t care a fig for what I wanted and honey, she still don’t. She’s been like that since the day she was born. Mama said the doctor had to pull sister out just a kicking and squalling. She didn’t want to go nowhere. Sister was a pain in the butt when she was growing up, and child she ain’t got no better. She has to have her way or the feathers will fly.
Them old Green boys finally stole that dog, and make a hunting dog out of him. We could hear him yodeling all over the mountain. We knowed it was our dog. Me and sister would sit out on the porch of a moon lit night and listen to our dog running after the foxes and he could yodel, honey. It was the prettiest music you ever heard. If you have never heard dogs running after foxes, you come up to out house on a cold night when the moon is bright, and just listen. You can hear them from one side of the mountain to the other. Sometimes we go with the menfolks taking out the dogs to fox hunt.
They build them up a camp fire and let them dogs out and they take off. Child, they run. The fox hunters sit around the campfire and drink a little moonshine and have a fine old time listening to them hounds. Like I said, it’s the prettiest music you have ever heard. Every fox hunter knows the yodeling of his own dogs, and they can tell which one is in the lead. If they’ve got a little money, honey they will lay down their bets. If they don’t, they just drink and enjoy the music. It’s the best time you can have, sitting around the fire, listening to the jokes and tall tales them men tell, nipping a little moonshine and listening to the hounds. Honey, ain’t life beautiful?
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