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Guessing you have more than one. But you have to start somewhere
Who was that masked man?
Pound for pound there aren't many creatures meaner than coons. When we lived in a very rural parsonage my wife thought they were "cute" until they pulled down and broke every one of her bird feeders.
I borrowed a live trap and trapped about six coons over the next five nights. The bonus coon came from catching a pair of yearlings who must have been fighting over who got in the trap first and ended up in there together. My confession is that I was not up to "catch and release" and discovered the best way to get a coon out of a live trap was the judicious application of 40 grains of lead. They just slide right out after that.
I borrowed a live trap and trapped about six coons over the next five nights. The bonus coon came from catching a pair of yearlings who must have been fighting over who got in the trap first and ended up in there together. My confession is that I was not up to "catch and release" and discovered the best way to get a coon out of a live trap was the judicious application of 40 grains of lead. They just slide right out after that.
Well done.
Bring it on over we can release it in the tree line, the coyotes got
to eat.
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I have had my issues with Raccoons when I owned my own home. I live trapped them and took them for a long ride before letting them out. They are mean and dangerous when cornered. Perhaps six now live in another area of Maine then my backyard.
So cute, maybe could be housebroken.
Otherwise they come right back...very smart animals.
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if I had a pressure cooker I know what his fate would be. BBQ'd coon. Lee
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I always live trapped and relocated possums (except for the 2 I had to dispatch) but I always called the city animal control folks and they came out and collected the coons and took them back and put them down. Mean. Destructive. can carry some nasty diseases and even rabies.
However...Those CCI's just don't have enough umph to get the job done right...I used those with my Winchester Model 06,
The lil'l bugger got "pumped full of lead", but still made it to about 15 yards down the creek bank before it "Pooped out".
Since, I have went to the .17HMR and that does a right fine job of ending it right now.
Plus shooting the .17 from a Henry Golden Boy is a lot more fun.
A racoon might look nice an innocent, or in the movies made for kids.."cute"... But after they got into my shop, between the ceiling and roof, and tore hell out if it, they are no longer welcomed at my place...
Guess they can't read..."No Trespassing..violators will be shot on sight".
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My buddy had a farm and the racoons were constantly in his barn tearing things up. He had several traps set and whenever he caught a coon he would drop the trap, coon and all into a 55 gallon drum of water. The dead coons were tossed onto the burn pile.
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Howie, you need a different sign: No Trespassing, violators will be shot, Survivors will be shot again. Lee
d524ax
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Coons are the reason H&R made the "Trapper"
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We used to have two that visited our yard every night. Probably about two or three months ago they stopped coming. I guess someone took care of them before I could.
Coons make great Buzzard food. They have to eat too ya know.
I tried to catch a coon who was living under my porch roof, but I just kept catching the neighborhood cats. One day I spotted her on my roof. My next door neighbor was a framing contractor who had been a left-handed minor league pitcher in the Astros' organization. He was confident that with his arm and his hammer he could bring her down.
He did manage to chase her off the roof and up into a 50' elm tree. A neighbor loaned me his single-shot .22. The first two shots hit the branch she was sitting on. The third shot dropped her into the yard of yet another neighbor, where she died a horrible death.
She left her babies under a corner of the roof, as I became aware in the next couple of days. After a couple of weeks, I couldn't smell them any more.
He did manage to chase her off the roof and up into a 50' elm tree. A neighbor loaned me his single-shot .22. The first two shots hit the branch she was sitting on. The third shot dropped her into the yard of yet another neighbor, where she died a horrible death.
She left her babies under a corner of the roof, as I became aware in the next couple of days. After a couple of weeks, I couldn't smell them any more.
In my old neighborhood, this couple kept feeding the trash pandas and posting it on social media. Everybody thought it was cute. There must have been 10 of them! I told them to stop feeding them, the other neighbors kept telling them to stop. Animal control warned them. They thought it was cute until they, mapache, got in the garage and into the attic when they went on vacation.
I can't say I didn't take a bit of satisfaction when I heard about how bad things got torn up...
I can't say I didn't take a bit of satisfaction when I heard about how bad things got torn up...
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The ex rented a little house next to the foothills and planted a vegetable garden. The neighbors told her not to bother planting corn. She was,and still is,stubborn and planted some anyway. The first time she went out to chase the raccoons away,they chased her back into the house. They ate all of her corn...
They're mean little buggers and will put a serious whuppin on a dog twice their size/weight too. Two or more dogs will put one down in short order, but one on one the dog may win, but not without taking some damage.
I learned about coons when I was a kid. My uncle's friend was a coon hunter and had an incredible stable of Walkers and Bluetic's. These were high dollar dogs he bred and sold to other coon hunters. He invited me to go coon hunting one night, so I was a hunting nut and decided sure I will go.
Now this old boy grew up in the hollers of WV and was tougher than rawhide. Worked for General Motors and was the union steward, which he ruled with an iron fist. He told me stories about how he resolved many of the internal disputes in a manner that would be considered politically incorrect in todays world, but I digress.
To make a long story, short we went hunting and the dogs treed one in a small hedge apple tree along a cornfield fence line. He told me that periodically he liked to let the dogs get ahold of one to keep em hot. One treed this close to the ground was a prime candidate to be knocked out of the tree to let the dogs get a taste. He told me to climb up that tree and knock him out with a stick. Well, I knew I would never live it down if I didn't give it a try so up the tree I went. When I got into position he handed me a nice long stick to use. Needless to say, that coon knocked the stick right out of my hand when I poked him and came down that tree like a charging water buffalo. He chased me right out of the tree then sat there with a smug look on his face. I was clearly beaten.
Jim, disgusted at my lack of ability, shoved the lantern in my hand and charged right back up that tree. He knocked that smug little bugger right out of the tree with a single swing.
The melee that ensued when that coon hit the ground was the most vicious display I had ever seen in all of my 16 years on the planet.
I gotta give that coon credit. He held off the 4 dogs for about two or three minutes, but they finally got his back away from the tree and it was all over.
For the record, I will never go coon hunting again. I learned they are a worthy adversary that deserve respect.
I think Jim probably could have whipped one with his bare hands, but not me.
Now this old boy grew up in the hollers of WV and was tougher than rawhide. Worked for General Motors and was the union steward, which he ruled with an iron fist. He told me stories about how he resolved many of the internal disputes in a manner that would be considered politically incorrect in todays world, but I digress.
To make a long story, short we went hunting and the dogs treed one in a small hedge apple tree along a cornfield fence line. He told me that periodically he liked to let the dogs get ahold of one to keep em hot. One treed this close to the ground was a prime candidate to be knocked out of the tree to let the dogs get a taste. He told me to climb up that tree and knock him out with a stick. Well, I knew I would never live it down if I didn't give it a try so up the tree I went. When I got into position he handed me a nice long stick to use. Needless to say, that coon knocked the stick right out of my hand when I poked him and came down that tree like a charging water buffalo. He chased me right out of the tree then sat there with a smug look on his face. I was clearly beaten.
Jim, disgusted at my lack of ability, shoved the lantern in my hand and charged right back up that tree. He knocked that smug little bugger right out of the tree with a single swing.
The melee that ensued when that coon hit the ground was the most vicious display I had ever seen in all of my 16 years on the planet.
I gotta give that coon credit. He held off the 4 dogs for about two or three minutes, but they finally got his back away from the tree and it was all over.
For the record, I will never go coon hunting again. I learned they are a worthy adversary that deserve respect.
I think Jim probably could have whipped one with his bare hands, but not me.
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Sounds like you've set up the Tennesssee Trash Panda Transportation Company.
I get them sniffing around my deck every once in a while and the same pair seem to have an occasional home under my neighbour's deck as I sometimes see them waddling up her driveway at night on the security camera at my gate. She has three cats and a dog, and I have a cat but they seem to avoid each other, which is good thing as trash pandas can get nasty. I figure that, like the bears aroound here, if they don't bother me, I won't bother them.
In 2011 there was a full length documentary on PBS/The Nature of Things called "Raccoon Nation" on an extensive study of the raccoons in the city of Toronto. Worth watching of it's still available.
Actually, back in the 60's my high school buds and I trapped down on the river. We decided we would try to eat everything we trapped. Let me tell you, 'coon isn't much better grilled than a bobcat.
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