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Wish I hadn't been right in the middle of lunch when I read that...I seem to have lost my appetite.

Sorry man. To balance things, the cookies, cakes and other snacks were really good.

But I couldn't help wondering at the time where the cooking lard was rendered from...:)

Mmmmm...Coon..

And.......

You can have my share Charlie!

Funny thing happened on morning when I was in high school.

Me and a buddy were skinning coons and possums and a few ringtails from the night before's hunt, when a pickup stopped and backed up.

Old black feller got out and asked what we would take for the carcasses. I asked what he wanted them for, and he said to eat..

Told him he was welcome to them. He loaded them all up on an feed sack we gave him for the back floorboard of his car.

He took em all. Coons, possums and ringtails.

i've had my best luck with a #160 conibear
and a 5 gallon paint bucket with the appropriate
sized square hole cut in the lid and used as
kind of a cubby set using old baloney for bait.
best was 13 in 13 nights in a row.
one of the neighbors keeps cat food out 24/7
and attracts all kinds of vermin, but won't
cease putting it out. her house stays ridden
with fleas and she has an exterminator out
at least once a month. still, after all that
s*** she won't quit putting the cat food out.
i should add i've caught some monster nyc-sized
rats at times. regular rat trap w/ peanut butter
and a piece of mechanics wire through a hole
drilled in the corner keeps them from running off

fwiw, i've seen old dead cow carcasses out at
the back fence corner that possums had set up
housekeeping inside of, and were eating the
innards out. you could get up close and kick
the cow and hear the growling GGGRRRRRRRR! ! !

Damn Son's and some of there blackguard running compadres stuck a live grinner in the newspaper machine in front of the local cafe early one Sunday morning. Parked across street to watch the action. Damn Scofflaws! That was almost 20 years ago.

Yeah I heard all about it after the fact.

That's brilliant.

You should have given em each a beer and a cigarette.

And a good stern talking to of course.

And......

Are you telling me you never heard this before?

They are out year around here in Michigan! and they will bite!

I don't know how nomadic these critters are, but he/she did not show up since I dumped a new 5 gallon pail of kitchen scraps in the compost pile yesterday.

I have the CZ ready by the patio door, but no opportunity for a shot yet.

It has cooled off again so maybe it holed up somewhere.

The story I heard long ago was...........

There was a cattle farmer who had an old sick cow. One day he noticed she wasn't with the rest of the heard. So he went to look for her. Of course she was dead. As he walked up to her, he noticed her belly moving, so he kicked it. All of a sudden a family of grinners ran out of it's azzhole.

That'll be good for an RWE nightmare or two!

It will be new to me, and sounds interesting. I also hate "grinnin' fools", but suspect you have good reason.

It's illegal to transport and release them.
If you're going to trap them go ahead and kill them.

You're just making them someone else's problem.

Possums are natures scavengers, and like buzzards eat up the dead stuff. I suppose that should make them good animals, but they also are one of the biggest enemies of nesting wild turkeys, and that's why I hate them. I kill every one I get a chance to, especially if they're close to the house and barns. They will kill chickens, and make a mess out of outside feeders. I keep live traps set most of the year, and catch a number of them that way. I do NOT release them back into the wild.

I've never seen one turn down a mango.Eat the mango,save the peeling and seed for your trap.

Can't use a gun or even a bow here in-city.
I was taking the trash out to the dumpster in a college neighborhood, and had a quarterstaff in my other hand for two legged problems. It was a bit of a suprises when i lifted the lid and 5 coons attacked me. Big ones. I killed 4 of the 5, while my girlfriend at the time (later my wife) ran and grabbed a big flashlight to see what all the noise was about.
It was touch and go there for a while, and i broke that quarterstaff. (Hickory). I've run into a few grinners as well, and had to help out a neighbor when her dogs cornered one in the yard. They were making a hell of a racket and would not come back inside. Used a tamper handle on that one,
Can't release them if you catch 'em, it just gives someone else a problem. (And they are carriers for lots of nasties)
Edit: note, it was the fleas carried by rodents that caused plague to sweep through Europe and kill a third of all people living there.. ...whack 'em.

Well, here goes. Cue the violin music....

It was during the Michigan Firearm season, and I had just capped a nanny using a 240gr hydrashok from my Smith.



I set to dressing the ole hag, and as I started with my trusty Buck 110, I remembered the Schrade my wife got me the year before with a gut hook.

So I used the Schrade and left the doe's innards in a pile of steaming stench.

Drug her out of the woods to my trusty deer hauling chevy S-10



(Not the actual deer in the story, but its a cool pic. Big f'n deer, eh?)

That night, while enjoying a Black Russian (my fave), I realized I must have set my Buck knife down when I switched knives, and resigned myself to returning to the scene of the carnage and retrieving the old warrior.

Overnight, a couple inches of snow blanketed the woods.

That morning, I made my way towards the pile, shouldering my 870 slugger, just in case.

As I approached the heap of snow covered innards I noticed it pulsating irregularly, to wit I approached cautiously and gave it a tap with the lead chunker.

It what can be best described as a mix between the alien gut scene and the walking dead, a hideous toothy grinning zombie emerged from the pile, blood covered, wreaking of bowel and stomach contents, hissing, and in general, possessing both a poor disposition as well as one of Satan's incarnate minions.

It certainly did not want me searching the area for my Buck knife.



I determined that the darkwood of Michigan was no place for the two of us to coexist, especially since my knife lay somewhere nearby.

So I slugged him with a 12 gauge exorcisor. (new word - just made it up).

Whilst I did recover the blade, the mere site of a grinner sends me into near fits of demonic dread, of Catholic proportions.

They are evil.

They are the evil dead....


I hate those nasty bastards..