My Best Friend Boone
One day at panther West Virginia this young man and his family of four was hunting. The mom Rachel shot a 10 point with a shotgun. They were from out of state so they did not know it was illegal to shoot a deer with a shotgun in WV. Then about an hour later the dad Mark shot a spike with a pump-action shotgun. About 6 miles away their kids Drake and Sally were at home playing tag. When Mark and Rachel got home they fixed Drake and Sally some dinner. Somebody turned them in and the authorities come and took them to jail. Drake and Sally did not know what was going on. The kids had to stay with their aunt Linda until they was 18 or moved out. Drake had his 18th birthday over the summer and his savings helped him move out and buy all the most needed things. He had been making a-lot of trips to LOWES and Wal-Mart. After he had been settled in for about a year he started going to see his mom and dad at the Welch Jail .They said they were doing good and not to worry about them but I couldn't help but to worry about them. I was getting lonely because Sally did not come and see me a-lot so I went to the pet store and bought a blue tick hound and named him Boone. Boone was about 2 months old but I wanted to start hunting him, well training him to hunt but all he would half to do is watch my friends dogs hunt. Reason being is that I don't have any other dogs. There is a small chance that I will get another dog but I don't know. Well we were successful in our hunt and it was a great experience for my buddy Boone. After that that is all Boone wanted to do. Drake and Sally went to see there parents at the jail. Sally talked more to Rachel than Mark but Drake was the other way around. Sally wanted to try to move out, but she was thinking very hard on it. Drake and his father had a long talk about Boone hunting. Drake was very excited to get him up and hunting. The anticipation was intense. It was the first time he was hunting with no other dogs and he was doing great, he had been hunting 10 minutes and was on a trail. We had followed it for about four or five minutes and he was on it! He was wagging his tail and barking like there was no tomorrow. The coon was heading down the tree to try and get a hold of Boone and I shot it. The coon flew out of the tree and he thought it was dead before he hit the ground, but he was wrong. It got up and growled but Drake was reloading and the coon was heading straight for him it got about ten feet from Drake and then Boone bit the raccoon the neck and then it was all over Drake gave Boone a hug and they went home.