Fox and Hound

Sam Bralley By Sam Bralley, 14th Jul 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1npnbf1s/
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Remembrance of my childhood keep flashing before my eyes…

a similar game of ‘catch me if you can’

While the younger kids were playing Hoopi-Hide or Kick the Can, an older group (teenagers) was gatherin’ up for their own adventure called Fox-and-Hound. It was a similar game of ‘catch me if you can’; sometimes the teams were equal in number but it really didn’t have to be. One team was the ‘foxes’ and the other team was called the ’hounds.’

The object of the game was after giving the foxes a head start of say 15 to 30 minutes; the hounds would start out in lively pursuit. The hounds had to physically catch the foxes and at that time they were considered ‘caught’, and that particular round of the game was over for them. Usually a boundary was agreed upon, but later I found out that sometimes certain members of the fox’s team would exceed the boundary and thereby never get caught.

I longed for the time I would be old enough to play

Both my older brothers (Jim & Jack) liked to play and they told me all about it. I longed for the time I would be old enough to play with the older group, of kids. They even let the girls play too. Something we younger kids tried to avoid. I mean girls were ok I guess, they just couldn’t throw or run fast like us boys and they always cried if they didn’t get their way. It seemed almost like the older guys sorta liked the girls, or something.

They usually played at night and the game sometimes lasted for hours. The older guys could stay out later than us little guys and they played big time. They went to the knobs, a ridge of low-lying hills that ran from the center of town west for miles all the way through Kingsport and almost to Knoxville. They generally played from Clifton Road to Steeles Creek an area of 3 – 4 square miles. Often times while we little kids were play hoopi-hide or kick-the-can, we could hear our brothers and the bigger guys hollern’ as they run through those hills having what seemed to be the ‘time of their lives’.

Sometimes after mom had called us in, helped us with our baths and put us to bed we would hear our brothers come in all breathing hard and sweaty. They would get cleaned up and next morning at breakfast would fill us in on the previous nights activities. We all had a good time back in the ‘50s.

my own brother didn't play fair...

Like I said earlier, I could hardly wait until I was old enough to play with the big guys and after much pressuring, mom consented. Next Friday evening was the time and I told all the younger guys that I wouldn’t be playing hoopi-hide Friday night because I was going to play Fox and Hounds with the bigger guys. I rubbed it in every chance I got and come Friday I was ready. We all met at the ball field to choose sides. Jack and I were hounds but Jim was picked to be a fox. They took off first and we were to wait for at least 20 minutes before we started the pursuit. When we started after the foxes there was a lot of hollern’; we were really geared up as we charged up that hill. It was a full hour before we caught Wayne Romines trying to hide in a clump of laurel, then Freddy Kilday, and Jimmy Reed were next. We caught a few more but I was getting’ tired and no one had seen Jimmy, my oldest brother. We made it to Steeles Creek, the outer boundary and followed a trail down to the creek bank. I thought I saw something through the trees, so Jack and I crossed the bridge and started up the road. We found Jimmy all right… in the arms of Betsy Stevens. They must have had this planned all along. It ain’t no wonder Jimmy never got caught. He didn’t play fair.

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Ball Field, Boundary, Knobs, Older Group, Trail, Younger Kids

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I'm Sam, and welcome to my page. I'm retired from the USPS and I like to meet people through writing. Hope you enjoy yourselves and please rate my offerings.

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author avatar C. Michael Davis
14th Jul 2010 (#)

Great piece. Lord what a wonderful time in our lives.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
14th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks C Michael, Our best years are truly behind us...

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author avatar Retired
15th Jul 2010 (#)

lovely and once again makes me wish I could have done all these things as a child.

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author avatar nikern20
15th Jul 2010 (#)

absolutely amazing!

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author avatar Sam Bralley
15th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks Rebecca for all your support and encouragement, you are my inspiration...

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author avatar Sam Bralley
15th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks nikem20, for your friendship and your nice comments...

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author avatar ScottHallock
25th Jul 2010 (#)

Every time I read one of your pieces I get a lump in my throat.. remembering the good old days...thank you Sam

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