The greatest storytellers of that whole bunch were Johnny Knox of Twin Street and Virgil Johns. Johnny used to hang out at my Uncle Grady Barton's Store and was always talking about Pickled Coon's Feet. Johnny was the father of Wayne, Jerry & Wilma Knox (they also had a little brother who became a lawyer).

I used to hunt with Johnny Knox, Virgil Johns, Jesse Tackett, Ernest Bean of Sunnybrook, and sometimes Thurmond Isbell of the street in back of Twin Street close to where Dale Layton lived. Was that Maryland Avenue?

I worked all over Georgia for a Local #474 International Union of Operating Engineers (Heavy Equipment Operator - Cranes, Bulldozers, Backhoes, etc...). Our Business agent in Savannah, Ga. was a great Coon Hunter.

I put him on the phone with Johnny Knox and Johnny sold him a Blue-Tick Hound Coon Dog over the telephone for $300.00 "sight-unseen". I drove the dog to Savannah in the back of my car from Sylacauga to Savannah - I had gotten a job in Baxley, Georgia where they were building a Nuclear Plant in 1971. My business agent said the dog was the best Coon Dog he'd ever owned or ever seen. A true, true story