Around about 1990 we were driving the RV to Arkansas to chase mallards. One of the last little towns on Hwy 82 before you drop into the MS delta is Winona. We pulled in that shell station and it’s one of those cool places that all the old men go to drink coffee. There were two trucks with dog boxes mounted on the front full of Catahoula Curs. My dad got to talking with the guys and they were explaining chasing them down and dropping the door of the box with a remote, and invited us along. We thought mallards were more important, but I wish we had burned half a day with those guys.
ETA: If you were fortunate enough to see Bayou Meto in the late 80’s early 90’s, it was about the only thing worth missing dogs mauling coyotes.
Last edited by trkykilr; 01-14-2024 at 09:00 AM.
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