815191476.jpg &&& One more good coon hunt, Harry Lee Lister told friends. That’s all he wanted before he died. One more night listening to his beloved hounds howling after a raccoon then looking up into the branches and finding the eyes of his prey. One more hunt. And on a Monday night, a few weeks ago, Mr. Lister got it.He and friend Joe Francks went out after dark with the dogs, hunting along a creek bottom just a few miles from Mr. Lister’s home in Graford, a small town between Mineral Wells and Graham.The men and their dogs sent four coons scurrying up into trees that night. No wonder he was euphoric when he returned home that night, his wife Gretta Lister said. His wish had been granted.A few hours later, Mr. Lister suffered a massive stroke; he died in a nursing home on Monday. He was 76. "He always said he hoped he went in the woods," Gretta Lister said. "He said, 'I’d like to listen to those dogs and I’d like to look up and see the coon and fall over. That’s the way I’d like to go."Which is pretty nearly how it happened."It turned out good," said Rick Lister, Mr. Lister’s nephew and coon hunting partner for more than four decades.There were other passions in his life, of course. Mr. Lister, who was born in Oklahoma, was six-foot-four and used that height to great effect on the high school basketball court. After a stint in the Army, and studies at Texas Christian University, he worked for decades as a high school basketball coach and principal, including stints at schools in Lake Worth and Fort Worth.But as much as he loved working with young people, he lived to hunt.His first date with Gretta was hunting coons."I always knew where I stood," she said, laughing.He sometimes hunted seven nights a week, and was known to stay out until sunrise. He trained coon hounds and often gave them away. There is no estimating how many young boys and girls he taught to hunt coon. In later years, the only time he wore his hearing aide was when hunting, so he could hear the howling of the hounds."My uncle loved everything about the trees, the rivers, the hills," Rick Lister said. "He called it, 'Just being in the woods.’ All those jobs he ever had as principal or as a coach were just so that he could go on hunting. That was the passion of his life, being in the woods and observing all of God’s creation."Other survivors include his son Roy Murray of Reno, Nev.; daughters Rebecca Burson of Washington Township, Mich., and Tammy Crawford of Mineral Wells; sisters Joyce Glover of Noble, Okla., and Lois Wilson of Sublimity, Ore.; and numerous grandchildren, nieces, nephews and other relatives. Funeral Mr. Lister’s funeral will be at 2 p.m. today at First United Methodist Church in Mineral Wells. He will be buried at Graford Cemetery, just a short distance from the place where he treed his last raccoon.