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You Sir, are one of the few that has discovered your God given gifts, accepted them, embracesed them, honed them and willingly shares them with a very appreciative blessed audience. Thank you and thank you to your family and friends that provide the encouragement and support that assist you in continuing to enlighten and educate us, your faithful admirers. God bless!
No greater love than this is a man for his dog and likewise. Time and disease have taken away most of my physical abilities, but my memories are still keen and I hold to them fast! Thank you, J.D.!
Only hounds men understand this story. My husband was raised a hounds man. Hunting,fishing and growing our own food our whole life. Over the years I have heard many stories like this. Seen my husband put himself in dangerous situations to protect his dogs. There is no greater love. Beautifully retold!
Thank you Wanda, I agree with everything you said. This is a special story for those who have known the special bond between a mountain man and his hound. A dying breed of men and dogs.
Okay, I had no intention of starting my day off crying but this sand story drew deep emotions I wasn’t expecting.! You are the best storyteller I have heard in years!
Really enjoy the true stories from the mtns. Every time I hear you say a word you'uns from my childhood it brings a smile to my face. I can still hear my Grandma as we were leaving their house, "Now you'uns come back to see We'uns real soon , you hear". Really good story , Wow!!! I was on the edge of my seat with this one...
Thank you Pinky, You'uns is slowly fading in to memory... however, every time im over on the North Carolina side of the smokies and stop at a small mom and pop store, you can still find places where you'uns is still a regular part of the Appalachian vocabulary. Have a great weekend my friend, happy easter
Wow! What a tale!! You are an EXCELLENT story teller. I’ve been listening to you for days. I told my sister and my best friend and now they are listening as well. Your voice is very calming. Your tales are captivating. Your editing is pleasing to the senses. All around GREAT JOB! Please don’t stop!!
@@TheAppalachianStoryteller that's some cool history sir. I really love hearing about your life and the old ways of real people and how things were in the good days just good tough people trying to survive
Oh my goodness, I was not expecting that sad ending. I hope old Coy lived out his days in a good home. I'm sure he never forgot the sacrifice of his master.
Being the best bear dig of the holler, Coy could never retire. From then on, he joined each bear hunt unbeholden to any man and always fought the good fight.
This is my favourite story so far! As a houndsman myself, I could relate to this one. I was hoping that old Birdeye would come out of the scrap beaten up, but otherwise okay. Listening to the ending had me choked up, and fighting back tears! Great job! Please do more stories with hounds in it! Thank you for this one! 👍
What a fantastic ballad! I'm such a sucker for stories with a dog and this one really got me good. I hate that Birdeye died but at least he died triumphant! ... and Coy was still his best dog hero... and taking that big bear out with a knife....what a man! I think the rage that gave him the strength was that his best friend had been so hurt and yet kept fighting the bear... and would have till the end. Thanks JD for one of the best stories ever 🤗❤️
Omg. What a great hunting story! So life like you told this like we were immersed in the hunt! And that music was so ominous too! I sure do love yer storytelling talents! Love you. Thank you
So reminds me of my Granddaddy's Bluetic hunting dogs❤ Grew up on venison, wild turkeys, squirrels and rabbits. We called him the Great White hunter of Dixie County!!!
Hi JD! Wow, what a great story, really brought back memories of my grandparents hound dogs chasing and howling running in the thick woods where we used to swing on the grapevines as kids. I know their was coyotes, but no bears that I know of. I always looked forward to going to my grandparents house and my great grandfather and great grandmother lived just up the road I walked many times barefoot. Around a curve in the road was an old jam house that was nicknamed the witches house. That was named that to keep the little kids from sneaking off, they didn’t dare go past or close to the witches house. When I was older and realized I’d been tricked, but for our own good. Have a blessed day!
I can remember thru the years listening to many an old man talking up their deer or coon or fox dogs like that. Now I'm the old man and there's few like them left
Rest in peace Mr. Collins, you sure had a good Dawg! And Coy, I hope when your time came you crossed the bridge to find your old Friend Birdeye waiting for ya. Bless your heart, you're such a good Dawg!
OMGOSH 😱 sitting on the edge of my chair OMGOSH The rush of adrenaline ‼️ and then the tears 😭. That’s such a sad ending 😢😢. You got me on this one 😉. 👵🏻👩🌾❣️
@@TheAppalachianStoryteller I am from south GA and have traveled the area where you live extensively north to Kentucky and West Virginia. I've met many of these people and worked on their homes. As I was a contractor for Fleetwood Homes. They would invite me to stay while I worked on thier homes. I would always go above and beyond to accommodate them in anyway possible. Love the history and the work you do. Thanks. Enjoyed.
Thank you Jay! Heres a tiny behind the story story. So when I was a boy, my brother and I would go with my dad most weekends and walk trAintracks just looking for something to shoot our .22 rifles. Once, my brother shot a flying bird out of the air with that .22 rifle, an incredible shot, and my dad started referring to him as "birdeye" from that day on... and Coy was my great papaws name who I used to sit on the front porch and listen to him talk about the good ole days and the hard times from yesteryear while he used his pocket knife to carve sticks as he told the stories. The character names in this story were a nod to both my brother and papaw Coy who left this world long ago.
Knowing what things are like throughout the various forests etc that crisscross the country, and the fact that even the indigenous tribes have had many encounters with them, do you have any tales with the mountain folk tangling with cryptids, such as the sasquatch and dogman?
JD. Another great story. I just love the way you tell em. You draw us in and it's as tho we are right there with em in the middle of battle. Master story teller you are sir.
@@TheAppalachianStoryteller - Anyway, the old joke goes that if you want to see which one loves you the most, lock your dog and your wife in the car trunk, then come back a little later to let 'em out and see which one smothers you with kisses.
I loved this story. You did such a great job telling it, as you were telling the story, it was like I was there watching, but at the same time it reminded me of my childrens childhood dog. So faithful to his family, how we all loved him and all of our outdoor adventures with him by our side. Thank you for sharing, I truly appreciate your channel and talent. Maybe one day you could make some longer videos? I listen as I go about my work lol. God bless
You have a true gift of story telling it's if we were right there on the edge of our seats, wow that was fantastic. It would be awesome if you could do a fireside chat with one of your wonderful stories, thanks for sharing the gifts and talents God has blessed you with.
I won't go in to all the details. They would take too long to tell but, thanks for doing this story. I said your last story was the best yet. Considering the area and subject matter of this one, for me, this story right at the top. Thanks again!
Thanks John, I appreciate that. For Those of us who have loved dogs, and owned a hunting dog, or our dads or grand dads took us hunting with their hunting dogs, its a special story. Glad you enjoyed
It's sad that Birdeye lost his life but that would be me protecting my fur babies and even loved ones. Dogs are ,a God given gift who have been my best friends since i was a baby. If dogs aren't in Heaven, i don't want to go.
You seem very familiar to me,even the name JD ...you wouldn't by any chance know the Strickland family ? If so Bobby was my stepfather for 25yrs till he passed last year .. regardless love your channel..👍
After listening to this story I believe I will just stick to Hunting Squirrels, Rabbits and a Deer or two every year. Those dang "REAL MEN" from days gone by, can have all the Bears they want. 😱 I may have to have a sip or two of some "Shine" this evening so I can sleep through the night without a bad Bear Dream! GREAT STORYTELLING!!! You have an art for this Sir.
Sounds like my grandfather, if a dog didn’t earn his keep, he would be gone. Treated a good dog like family and lazy one didn’t make it long for this world. Hard but fair man. Just a old Marines memories.
I didn't know who to root for. I'm a city girl who tries to understand the rancher's lives all around me in Alberta, but stomach the hunting. Also, I too have risked my life for animals, especially...my dog.
Having lived in bear country of northwest GA, I can appreciate this story! Bears are cute, but they are wild and often vicious. They are not cute little Winnie-the-Pooh bears people want them to be. This story was exciting but very sad.
Are you going to make me cry in every video?? Where I sit and type today, plenty of bear and bobcat lived. Now there's none around for about 60- 70 miles away. And those in isolated pockets in the foothills. Plenty of coyotes though. My dog is faithful to keep them away!
