Papa said, “It’s not much of a tree, just an old box elder snag. There’s not a limb on it.”
“I can’t see any coon,” said the judge. “It must be hollow.” Papa beat on its side with the ax.
It gave forth a loud booming sound. He said, “It’s hollow all right.”
He stepped back a few steps, scraped his feet on the slick ground for a good footing, and said, “Stand back, and hold those hounds.
I’m going to cut it down. We need some wood for our fire anyway.”
Squatting down between my dogs, I held onto their collars. Papa notched the old snag so it would fall away from our fire.
As the heavy ax chewed its way into the tree, it began to lean and crack. Papa stopped chopping.
He said to the judge, “Come on and help me. I think we can push it over now.”
After much grunting and pushing, snapping and popping, it fell. I turned my dogs loose.
On hitting the ground, the snag split and broke up.
Goggle-eyed, I stood rooted in my tracks and watched three big coons roll out of the busted old trunk.
One started up the washout, running between us and the fire. Old Dan caught him and the fight was on.
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