Adirondack Adventure

Hoping that this day would come, I excitedly gathered up all of my equipment I would need for this certain trip. Tired from the late bow fishing tournament from the night before, I grabbed my walker coonhound, Gunner, and loaded him into the back of my truck. Gunner, the clumsiest coondog, stared at me with a deer in the headlights look. He wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could get the job done. My mom, with her eyebrows tilted, stood next to my truck and said she didn’t think this was one of my better decisions, so I settled her down by saying everything would be fine and that I would be extra careful. Gunner, his ears propped up, sat in the pickup truck with anxiety, and off to the Adirondacks we went. When we got there, I met up with a friend of mine who was also in for the coonhunting adventure. Before setting up camp we thought we’d go out with both our dogs and see what we could stir up. As we walked towards one of its cliffs both dogs caught a sent and took off into the bushes ahead. Running as fast as our legs would allow us, we caught up to the dogs. Shocked at this amazing sight, I was too scared to mumble a single word. The dogs had backed a cougar up to the edge of the cliff. Knowing what could happen, I raised my Winchester 12 gauge up to my shoulder just incase the cougar attacked. Copper, the bigger coondog, was side by side with my dog, both barking ferociously at this amazing animal. The tension was unbearable. Exhausted from the hike, I begin to zone out. BANG! There was a shot fired…