:17:00
- Well, howdy, folks.
- Hey, Mr. Kyle.
:17:03
- You remember my boy.
- Sure do.
:17:05
Well, say, them your hounds, son?
:17:08
Oh, l figured you'd get you some, but boy,
l didn't think that they'd be such fine ones.
:17:13
- Uh, what line'd you draw?
- Third.
:17:15
- Say, you're a little unlucky.
- How come unlucky?
:17:19
Well, our Mr. Bellington
has got his hounds in the best shape ever.
:17:24
There may not be any ringtails left
by the time you boys get out there.
:17:29
Mr. Bellington better not start shining up
that award before he gets his hands on it,
:17:33
l'll tell you that.
:17:34
These two dogs here
are gonna smell out
:17:36
every coon from here
to Arkansas and back.
:17:41
l'm gonna go get a little shuteye, fellas.
Good luck.
:17:45
He was dead
:17:47
l rammed my finger down his throat
:17:48
And l pulled out a chicken head
:17:50
Fare thee well, old Joe Clark
:17:52
Fare thee well, l say
:17:54
Fare thee well, old Joe Clark
:17:56
Haven't got long to stay
:18:03
Them's nothing.
:18:05
- We just got started.
- l can't wait.
:18:08
All right, all right.
:18:10
Come on, everybody. Come on.
:18:13
The eliminations are over.
:18:15
Finalists are:
no surprise, Hud Bellington.
:18:20
All right, all right.
:18:23
Carl Brown.
:18:29
And our newcomer, Billy Coleman.
:18:36
Now, we're gonna start at sundown.
:18:40
And the hounds
that bring in the most coonskins
:18:43
by sunup tomorrow morning's
gonna win that cup.
:18:50
Not to mention that cash pool.
:18:57
Good luck.