My dad was a “my house/my rules” guy.
I had chores and I did what I was told to do.
Other than being cranky about having to tote 60 pounds of angry coons in traps a mile uphill back home, it wasn’t really that big a deal.
He got some really good coon dogs out of it, though.
He’d turn a $50 Blue Tick or Walker into a $500 dog in a month.
[and that was 70’s dollars]
A bunch of guys had a bobcat cornered in the fence at Tonopah. I’ll bet that never happens again as well.