Grandfather was born in east Texas. Raised coon hounds and coon hunted well into his 80s. He never talked about it, but I'm sure that they hunted out of necessity during the depression. I think they had 11 total in their family. They hunted for food, and to sell coon skins which there was a market for at the time.
He went into the CCC. He'd talk a little the about CC Camps that he worked at. Seems like the only thing he cared about, or that was worth mentioning was that you'd get fed all the bacon and eggs you could eat at the CC camp. As a kid, I listened to stories like this and it never really resonated with me until now.
He could read and write but otherwise had a 4th grade education but he had a Phd in dealing with hard times. I think most of that generation did.
He made a couple trips across the Atlantic as a merchant seaman during the war and later drove a truck hauling **** for the Army all over the south.
He eventually got a good job as a plant operator and went back to coon hunting as a hobby. He made a few bucks every now and then selling coon meat to folks that lived across the tracks.
Anyway, I go with him on coon hunts. I'll never forget walking what seemed like 10 miles in rubber boots when we couldn't find the truck. When you are 8 years old in the woods at night, everything that your flashlight shines on looks like a snake.
Anyway, the point of all this is that he had some kind of ointment that he put on the dogs when they would get scratches from fighting with a coon or from running through the thicket. Does anyone have any idea what this was?
It may have been something that he got from the vet but, i doubt it. It was more than likely something that came from the feed store. Seems like it came in a big white/tan/or aluminum colored tube with no label. I cant remember any type of brand on it.
Anyway my dog got a cut on his nose yesterday which got me thinking about it.
Cant call and ask because he's been dead about 15-years.
The problem with grandparents is that when you are young, you don't listen or pay attention to what they are trying to tell you. But the time you figure out the importance of what they learned the hard-way, they are already long gone.
He went into the CCC. He'd talk a little the about CC Camps that he worked at. Seems like the only thing he cared about, or that was worth mentioning was that you'd get fed all the bacon and eggs you could eat at the CC camp. As a kid, I listened to stories like this and it never really resonated with me until now.
He could read and write but otherwise had a 4th grade education but he had a Phd in dealing with hard times. I think most of that generation did.
He made a couple trips across the Atlantic as a merchant seaman during the war and later drove a truck hauling **** for the Army all over the south.
He eventually got a good job as a plant operator and went back to coon hunting as a hobby. He made a few bucks every now and then selling coon meat to folks that lived across the tracks.
Anyway, I go with him on coon hunts. I'll never forget walking what seemed like 10 miles in rubber boots when we couldn't find the truck. When you are 8 years old in the woods at night, everything that your flashlight shines on looks like a snake.
Anyway, the point of all this is that he had some kind of ointment that he put on the dogs when they would get scratches from fighting with a coon or from running through the thicket. Does anyone have any idea what this was?
It may have been something that he got from the vet but, i doubt it. It was more than likely something that came from the feed store. Seems like it came in a big white/tan/or aluminum colored tube with no label. I cant remember any type of brand on it.
Anyway my dog got a cut on his nose yesterday which got me thinking about it.
Cant call and ask because he's been dead about 15-years.
The problem with grandparents is that when you are young, you don't listen or pay attention to what they are trying to tell you. But the time you figure out the importance of what they learned the hard-way, they are already long gone.
