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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.
Gaffer
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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"
JET4
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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.
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