POP DIED ON MY SIXTH BIRTHDAY........so the hunting memories I have of POP and SAM are my very first and fondest :-)

SAM.....was a wild ferret that POP had found in a trap n rescued out on his strawberry farm and tamed :-)

SAM was not a little ferret like the one's you see in pet shops these days......he was a real old fashioned wild American ferrit as big as POP'S ARM.....which at that time was bigger than my leg :-)

NOW anybody who has ever hunted behind a dog.....can understand and appreciate how a dog "WORKS"

But hunting behind Sam was like hunting behind a tasmanian devil :-)

He moved through the woods without making a sound.....sometimes like a snake.....sometimes like a squirel.........and just watching him.....watch the woods was fascinating.........ferrits are like GROUND FALCONS.......they can sneak right up and nail a stupid pheasant or partridge.....or go down rabbit holes and fetch you a sackfull of rabbits :-)

Pop used to snap a metal collar around his neck for hunting.....he explained that the collar made it hard for Sam to swallow....and he'd been trained with it to bring the back the game where Pop would imediatly field clean im.......rabbits/birds........then unsnap the collar and give Sam the hearts n livers which he gorged down whole like a snake would :-O

Sam was real freindly to me and POP n Gramp Walt MaGee.....But he HATED GRANDPA JOE PISANO......and most any stranger :-O

IF HE DIDN'T LIKE YA........He'd hiss n spit an come at ya all snarlin and teeth then fade back and reapeat like he was challenging you to a fight.

Think Tasmanian Devil :-)

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