They are the biggest ground bird nest predators there is......Especially for Turkeys.....When I see one..........One of us wins the fight.......The other walks away......While reholstering his handgun.
Border Collie vs. Racoon
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Seems a harsh attitude to have towards Border Collies, but OK.
Ringed tailed varmints...........I smile when I see a roadkill.......One more egg not being eaten.
When living in Pa alongside the mighty Conodoguinet Creek, raccoons were a shoot on site matter. The main rabies carriers, and would eat the sweet corn night before harvest. And smart enough to quickly learn when ya had rifle in hand.
hemiram
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My late dog Molly was pretty skilled at killing animals that dared to enter her yard. Bother King didn't care, unless it was a mouse or rat, but Molly was serious. She got into it with a Raccoon one night, King and her did a little bit of tag teaming on him, but as it went on, Molly showed why the Raccoon made a serious error getting into it with her. I don't know what caused her to screetch, but she got very angry, and threw the coon into a tree, and then did it again. I realized she was doing it on purpose. The coon began to tire and Molly began her "spiral of death", she would circle around the victim, getting closer and closer and then finish it off. A neighbor's kid suddenly ran up and grabbed Molly's tail, breaking her concentration. I don't know if she was angrier at the kid or the Raccoon, but she wasn't happy at all. The coon survived the night, but was in bad shape and animal control came and euthanized it the next morning as it was near death. Molly had not one visible mark on her. Her biggest kill would be a Beaver she ambushed in the rear corner of the yard about a year later. She tore his throat out and managed to get only one little cut on her leg out of it.
A pic at about 5 years old:
A pic at about 5 years old:
When we were living in Florida we had some woods behind the house and raccoons were frequent visitors to my backyard. They were especially fond of the Pindo palms when the fruit fell to the ground.
In the warm weather the fruit used to ferment and they would come out of the woods and eat it while we sat on our back porch. Then go back to the woods only to come back a little while later and gorge some more.
After several trips that were staggering back and forth like drunken sailors, would have been an easy mark for any dog. But they lost all inhibitions and didn’t care. Quite funny to watch.
In the warm weather the fruit used to ferment and they would come out of the woods and eat it while we sat on our back porch. Then go back to the woods only to come back a little while later and gorge some more.
After several trips that were staggering back and forth like drunken sailors, would have been an easy mark for any dog. But they lost all inhibitions and didn’t care. Quite funny to watch.
I was 8 years old when a neighbor kindly gave us a little German Shepard puppy which was immediately named Shep! He was a beautiful sweet dog. When I was in Jr. HS, I was just shy of six feet tall. Standing on his hind feet at the gate, Shep could just about look me in the face, eye to eye.
One night there was a ruckus. We had a couple of raccoons my father brought home. They had figured a way out of the pen we'd built. That turned out not to be a good idea. We never found either of the raccoons. However, a few weeks later we were playing war games, blowing up stuff with fireworks. We dug a trench by the chainlink fence at the back of the yard. We hit something that was furry. Few minutes later, we unearthed a dead raccoon. Few minutes later, we had filled in the trench and moved our "operations." Never would have thought Shep was up to such stuff. He'd never killed anything before. He never again killed anything, not even a cat or squirrel.
Shep died the year I graduated from college. One afternoon he came running when I stood by the gate. He died mid-stride. We buried him by the back fence near where the trench had been dug. He was 15 years old. Loved Shep. Sincerely. bruce.
One night there was a ruckus. We had a couple of raccoons my father brought home. They had figured a way out of the pen we'd built. That turned out not to be a good idea. We never found either of the raccoons. However, a few weeks later we were playing war games, blowing up stuff with fireworks. We dug a trench by the chainlink fence at the back of the yard. We hit something that was furry. Few minutes later, we unearthed a dead raccoon. Few minutes later, we had filled in the trench and moved our "operations." Never would have thought Shep was up to such stuff. He'd never killed anything before. He never again killed anything, not even a cat or squirrel.
Shep died the year I graduated from college. One afternoon he came running when I stood by the gate. He died mid-stride. We buried him by the back fence near where the trench had been dug. He was 15 years old. Loved Shep. Sincerely. bruce.
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dm1215
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One of my labs picked up a baby bunny in his mouth. He was just running around the yard showing me his prize. I managed to stop the dog when he was trying to run past me. All I could see were little bunny ears hanging outside of the dogs mouth. I got the dog to open his mouth and I pulled the bunny out and put it on the ground. The bunny sat there for a few seconds and then just ran for cover, it looked fine, maybe scared to death.
Faulkner
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I had a problem with over population of raccoons around our place a couple of years ago. Daisy had treed several in my peach trees but, fortunately, she never got close enough to one for a tussle. I've seen what 'coons can do to hounds even when a pack of them pounce one.
I ended up trapping over a dozen in just a week or so to thin them out and we've not had any problem with them since then.
I ended up trapping over a dozen in just a week or so to thin them out and we've not had any problem with them since then.
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AJ
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My Grandfather use to hunt 'coons with dogs. Here in Florida there is always water nearby someplace. He said if a dog and a racoon were in the water together that the racoon would drown the dog. Also told me that most of the time one on one the racoon would win.
A school friend of mine had a raccoon as a pet.
I never trusted it. I won't go out of of my way to run over a coon, but I won't swerve too hard to miss it either.
If I see one it the day time in the yard it's AR time
I never trusted it. I won't go out of of my way to run over a coon, but I won't swerve too hard to miss it either.
If I see one it the day time in the yard it's AR time
I despise them and will shoot every *** I get a chance to. They are natures agent of destruction which is why they wear a mask. My scoped Mossberg Model 152 has taken around 20 of them over the years.
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CAJUNLAWYER
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My first lab, Bubba had a bad habit of going after nutrias while in the marsh. One day he went for one, I heard a yelp and he was soon back at my side with a newly pierced ear. Problem solved. Gave me that "Let's keep this between you and me" look.
