The river is getting a little tough for finding coons. I've been planning on hunting up north instead for a while. Paul came hunting though & he live's south. I assumed he would want a short drive home so I went to the river. Turns out he's up for the weekend so we could have hunted up north with no problem. Never assume...
Anyway we walked one strip of ripe corn, no strikes. We drove a little and then walked the road by some trees where I suspected coons were still living. Nitro struck and Josie joined in. They fumbled around in the thick brush at first, Josie slick treeing. Nitro finally started to move it down the river and Josie followed. It was too late, the coon had too much of a head start by then. We let the dogs try to work it out for a while & then finally caught them.
Called it a night, no reason to push puppies around down there when the coon have been thinned out like this. You'll have them running junk before you know it if you do.
Back to the northern spots for a while now.