The story was set in, I think Kentucky. There were two boys, one older, one younger. The older boy took the younger boy coon hunting at night. He had a hunting dog, used to aim his tobacco juice when he spit it, hunted in the hollow, ate persimmons, and may have had a pistol hidden in the woods. I don’t remember much more. I have no idea who the author was or the title. I don’t remember caring about such things back then. I sure would love to read this book now.