I’ve never ate coons.
Next to hunting camp lived an elderly colored man. Retired from the “Ermy”. He kinda watched over stuff when no one was around. He let us hunt a 40 acre thicker he had and we gave him several deer each season.
One morning i ran some coin traps. Caught prolly 6 or 8. Dispatched them.
Knocked on his door, Mr John. Want a couple fresh coons?
Sure. How many you got? 8.
He came out door, whooping and hollering. Doing the happy dance. Pulled out his ancient flip phone calling ppl. You’d think i given him a stack of t-bones. 😂😂
When we were trapping and killing coons some were skinned and some were sold whole frozen depending on who was buying.
There were some blacks that loved them, told us they'd pay for them, we just gave them away.
Found out later they not only ate them but were selling the male coon dicks for good money, seems some of the blacks thought it was big medicine or some such chit. "brother spoon" said he was some kind of preacher but he scammed a lot of blacks with stuff like "court powder", tell them to sprinkle some on their head before they went into the court house and they'd be let off easy.
I half expected to see Mizz Rudolph and a 3 legged monkey around there anytime.
