I can tell you of the funniest thing my brother saw. We was huntin the river bottoms, each of us trying to break a pup. Our trusty pup breaker hit a hot one, and she had both pups bawlin right along with her.
When they got treed, both pups was both up on the wood, hammerin every breath. It was decided that I would hold the pup breaker back while my brother knocked the coon out to the pups.
Well, when he knocked coon out, it landed right on my head (thank god i was wearing a hard hat that night), and kinda knocked me out a bit. Well, it must have, because i woke up tangled in a dog lead and three dogs fightin a ticked off boar coon right between my legs.
I was trying to get outta there, but was some kind of tangled up. My brother said he tried to help but couldn't keep from laughing. He said he thought I was trying to do a Jerry Clower impersonation from all my hollerin.
I didn't wind up with a scratch on me, but the tree was right near the river, and it was still very early fall and all those stingin weeds (I don't know what else to call them) left their impression on me the rest of the hunt.
BTW, we did get both of those pups broke out that season. Makes it all worth while.