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Christmas-Eve with Dad

In this episode - Christmas-Eve with Dad . . .


We all have special memories with our Dads at Christmas. Here’s one of mine. While preparing Podcasts for this Holiday season, I was reminded of this treasured memory—enjoy!

As I entered Joe’s Hardware in Fallbrook, California, I was surprised to see a display of W. R. Case and Sons Cutlery Co. knives.

This transported me back to Marshall’s TrueValue Hardware store, on the square in Cuba, Illinois . . . 

You see, just inside the front door, to your left, was an extraordinary display of Case knives. I always had to stop and look at the wide selection, thinking - Someday I’ll be old enough to buy myself one.

Why Case? Well, because that’s what Dad always carried. You see, my Dad was a traditional outdoorsman. A hunter. He loved to hunt; rabbits, squirrels, pheasants, raccoons (coons), and whatever was in season. His spare time was spent in the woods hunting or on a river fishing with his children. No, not just for sport. It supplemented his income. As a boy, I held the game as he skinned and cleaned it for the freezer using his Case knife.

Christmas Eve would find us in the woods Coon Hunting. Not to watch for Santa, but in hindsight, to teach me how to navigate the woods in complete darkness using the stars as your directional compass. Under a velvet black sky with millions of stars, we would walk through the woods waiting, listening for the dogs to tree a coon. It seemed we were always walking in circles.

For you city slickers who’ve never been hunting, it went something like this:

“Good night for Coon hunting, fresh snow on the ground, get your boots and hunting clothes on - it’s cold tonight.”

He would grab his carbide light, spotlight, rifle, cartridges, knife, and dog leach and load the hounds in their dog box in the back of his truck.

“Are we taking Ranger and Nailer tonight?” They were Dad’s most dependable coon hounds.

“Tonight, we’re just taking Ranger.”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Out near Grandpa’s.”

He always referred to his father as Grandpa. My Dad was one of nine siblings. Each had married young and had, on average, four to five kids. We had a very large family. Many nights, Grandpa and my Uncle Lyle, Dad’s younger brother, would join us. But tonight, it was just Dad and me.

So we drove out Route 97, took the gravel road, and parked the truck about two miles from Grandpa's house. We could easily see their house from where we entered the woods.

“Ok, turn Ranger loose.”

With snow crunching, we entered the woods, soon to be entirely surrounded by large oak trees. The moon was full; we needed no carbide light tonight.

“You hear that? Ranger has a scent.” Dad said.

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Listen - you can hear him rustling the leaves under the snow and snorting as he tracks that coon.”

About that time, Ranger began to bay, a deep, long bark, almost a howl. As he straightened out of the track, his howling increased in rhythm. As if he were singing a song. Dad would smile, stop, cock his head a little, and listen intently.

“He’s headed north. Towards the house” (Grandpa's house).

We had been walking for a while. I was lost; without Dad, I would have never found my way back to the truck.

“Which way is the house?” he asked me.

Bowing my head, “I don’t know, we’ve been walking in circles.”

“Look up, see the Big Dipper. Follow that arm of the dipper; that’s the North Star. From there, you can find your way anytime.

“What if it’s cloudy?”

“Then you use the pole light from the house as your reference when you enter the woods.”

About then, Ranger began to bark very slowly and steadily.

“He’s treed that coon, let’s go.”

We made our way thru the timber until we found Ranger with his front paws extended up the tree, barking faster now as to say, “That coon is here - right here.”

So, Dad pulls out his big spotlight and scans the tree.

“Quietly, he said, “Look there, follow the light.”

To my wonder, I saw a pair of enormous eyes. It was a Great Horned Owl. He slowly turned his head to the left, then to the right.

“Are you going to shoot it?” I asked.

“Nope, those owls keep the mice down in the barns around here. We’re looking for the coon that Ranger has treed.”

And sure enough, a very large Raccoon was higher in that large tree, in a fork, almost hidden from view.

“Hold Ranger, I’ll shoot him out. When the coon hits the ground, let Ranger go.”

I’m here to tell you when that coon hit, I had no choice. Ranger leaped from my grip, practically dragging me into the fight with him and that coon. Ole’ Ranger was a pro; he latched on to that coon by the neck and quickly took him out.

“Which way to the truck?”

I pointed South; we put Ranger on the leash and headed home.

That was my first time seeing a Great Horned Owl. It’s been years since I’ve been Coon hunting. But that Christmas Eve memory is burned into my mind.

And it was all because of that Case Knife display; go figure.

Merry Christmas!

This is Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. See you in the next episode.

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