When dad was a kid ( he was born and raised in Atascosa county about 30 miles below San Antonio) he said there was a fella that would come by the feed store every week and buy critters from them. Snakes, lizards , butterflies, coons, possums, etc. Just about any critter they could bring back n alive.
They lived out in the blackjacks and they would go out at night with a carbide light and catch stuff. Dad said one night they had a possum and a ringtail they had caught in a tow sack. Then they caught a coon and threw it in the sack. And he heaved it up on his back just in time for the fight to start.
He had a scar on his back where that old boar coon buried claws in him. This was probably right before the war and he was aboy 12 and his brother about 9 or 10. They did that kinda stuff back then! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."

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