whats wrong with the site, i typed a response and could get in, here we go again.
I use to coonhunt till my old dogs got to old.
Had a pair of Coonhounds named Lester and Lizzie, Redbond hounds that is.
Remember "Where the Red Fern Grows"?
Anyway, I use to take the meat to an older black man, Haywood Thompson,
and an older Indian man whose name I can't remember.
Haywood had a girlfriend cook his up, Haywood was a sugar daddy if y'all know the term,
he rode a harley till he was 80 something (right up till he passed away I think).
Anyway they both would have me come back for a plate and it was good eating
when they fixed it. My attempts never were fit to eat and the wife would let
me attempt it after a few tries. She said, "It smells like a wet dog cooking"
and I always wondered how she knew what a wet dog smelled like being cooked.
I'm going to have to post some pictures of Lester and Lizzie soon as I scan them in.
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