Raccoon's can be a real problem. I throw in some compost and they troop out of the forest. I took this picture of a demon coon in the spring. Crazy bastard.
French had a way to deal with pesky coons. I may have to give it a try...again. There was a big pack of raccoons up a tree above the camp gunge pile. This heap of left-over food attracted them in droves. We chucked a few rocks half heartily to shoo them off so that we could dump some more scraps and not get attacked.
This American lad wandered up while we were doing this gross task. It was his first day on the job. French said: "Hey bud - heard you were a baseball player?" The new guy agreed with that assessment. French challenged him to "plug a raccoon". The new guy was a little hesitant, but French egged him on. The American picked up a fist sized rock and absolutely laced a fat raccoon right between the eyes. It fell bouncing off several branches.
It landed twitching at the feet of our boss, who had wandered up to see what was taking us so long.
We both pointed at the new American guy. The boss didn't go for it. He just looked and French shook his head.
3 comments:
Funny, I did the same thing to a rabid black bear, the only difference was that it wasn't actually a bear but a black squirrel and it wasn't a fist sized rock but a pellet gun.
Poot.
OO, I'm calling PETA....
to laugh at them!
Funny story.
hp
Sounds like he coulda played in the majors instead of the bush leagues, if you know what I mean. Nice job. Always like to read about French and his assorted characters.
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