One less Raccoon in the world! (Add your funny nuisance animal killing story)

[twyacht]

I may have posted this last year, can't recall.....

My wife's cat "Buddy" was 17 years old, gentle, sweet, loved to sleep on the lawn chair in the fall air when we lived on Oak Island, NC. Well, middle of the night,  I still don't know why I got up, went to get a drink and heard a "scrapping" type of noise out back.

Closest item I had was my Rodney King Edition Mag Lite Flashlight (yes the big loooonnnngggg one), saw a fat bastard raccoon dragging Buddy by the "face" back toward the canal.

Reflex kicked in as Rocky Raccoon outweighed Buddy by quite a bit, and was covering ground. Ran out in my boxers yelling to no avail. Night vision takes an eternity to acquire in a "bad" situation, so I flipped the Lite around and landed a blow to Rocky's back.

NOTHING.. Rocky pretty much was unphased, and continued with no fear of me. Reloaded MagLite, and came down on his ass like splitting firewood,; Heard an unforgettable gut wrenching grunt, moan, groan, hard to describe... Rocky let go and walked, limped, away. I swear I felt something break, but he walked away...!

Buddy was pretty bad, punctures to his mouth, nose, and jaw. Scooped him up and woke the wife up, laid him on a towel on the kitchen floor as he panted and was trying to breathe. Thought he was going to give up his 9th life right there. Up the rest of the night until the emergency animal clinic opened, shot him up with every antibiotic and whatever else they had but he was too old and was turning septic.

2 days later we put Buddy down. But that bastard raccoon didn't get him, he went and found peace on my wife's lap at the vet's office with his family.

We buried him in the back yard, and planted lavender over top.

Wish I kept a pistol on top of the fridge, like my Grandfather used to, at least Rocky would not have walked anywhere...

Thanks for the chance to post, I may have mentioned a truncated version of this some time back, but this one sticks with me.

[fightingquaker13]

As it should. A pet, particulary an old one that you have spent years with, is basically a member of the family. I am not ashamed to admit to crying over dead dogs or spending stupid sums on vet bills. The only thing I would say is this. A racoon behaving atypically is not to be engaged hand to hand, or coon to maglight. They are very prone to rabies, particularly down south, and no cat, or dog, is worth risking that. Sorry for your loss.
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[MikeBjerum]

Not sure if I've told this story on the forum or not.  Forgive me or enjoy it ...

One evening after work, just as we sat down for supper, Belle the wonder bunny dog brought a possum to the deck that she had caught.  We watched her sit next to its lifeless body all through the meal, at least until Audrey couldn't take it any more.  I finally got up, grabbed it by the tail and threw it in the burn barrel.

After supper, and the cleaning up there of, I went downstairs to the couch, and she took garbage out to burn.  The next thing I heard was a scream that could wake the dead.  I ran upstairs and out the door to find her halfway between the house and the barrel,and a pile of garbage on the ground next to the barrel.  I took one look at her and asked "Possums still alive huh?"  All she could do was shake her head yes with her fists next to her cheeks, elbows tucked in tight to her sides, and her little feet running in place ... And her eyes were the size of garbage can lids.

I grabbed a pipe and took care of the issue.

For the next four nights in a row Belle baby repeated her trick.  Every night I would grab a revolver with birdshot and go out for the fun.  Did you know that you can poke, prod, pick up and drop, and even kick a possum over 50 feet and they will keep "playing possum?"  Everyone of these things was live when dropped at the door, live through the trip to the barrel, and dead before I put them in the barrel.

[fightingquaker13]

Not sure if I've told this story on the forum or not.  Forgive me or enjoy it ...

One evening after work, just as we sat down for supper, Belle the wonder bunny dog brought a possum to the deck that she had caught.  We watched her sit next to its lifeless body all through the meal, at least until Audrey couldn't take it any more.  I finally got up, grabbed it by the tail and threw it in the burn barrel.

After supper, and the cleaning up there of, I went downstairs to the couch, and she took garbage out to burn.  The next thing I heard was a scream that could wake the dead.  I ran upstairs and out the door to find her halfway between the house and the barrel,and a pile of garbage on the ground next to the barrel.  I took one look at her and asked "Possums still alive huh?"  All she could do was shake her head yes with her fists next to her cheeks, elbows tucked in tight to her sides, and her little feet running in place ... And her eyes were the size of garbage can lids.

I grabbed a pipe and took care of the issue.

For the next four nights in a row Belle baby repeated her trick.  Every night I would grab a revolver with birdshot and go out for the fun.  Did you know that you can poke, prod, pick up and drop, and even kick a possum over 50 feet and they will keep "playing possum?"  Everyone of these things was live when dropped at the door, live through the trip to the barrel, and dead before I put them in the barrel.

Been there, done that. (minus the burn barrel and the wife, but +10 on the proud dog). The only way to know if a possum is dead is if it deflates. I can't describe it but after you've seen it once you know the difference. Hope this helps.
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[Rastus]

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Wish I kept a pistol on top of the fridge, like my Grandfather used to, at least Rocky would not have walked anywhere...
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Middle son (17) just stepped out the kitchen door on the deck tonight and ran into a coon.  Oops, that is his mistake...we had 7 handguns one with supressor just 10 feet away getting ready for class at USSA tomorrow.

Our mistake...those self same boys running all the batteries out in the lights at that end of the house.  Good lesson for them.  Coon gets to play for another day.  No lights on Sunday, maybe be bright on Monday.

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[PegLeg45]

Been there, done that. (minus the burn barrel and the wife, but +10 on the proud dog). The only way to know if a possum is dead is if it deflates. I can't describe it but after you've seen it once you know the difference. Hope this helps.
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Or, explodes into a fine mist of blood and guts, via a Hollow-point .223 round ......... don't ask me how I know.............. I just do.

[ericire12]

Or, explodes into a fine mist of blood and guts, via a Hollow-point .223 round ......... don't ask me how I know.............. I just do.

Now thats funny right there

[JSC3ATLCSO]

TW.. That is tough.  It was a Funny Nuisance animal stories?  Gotta hear the bad ones too though.. Anyway.. Way to bring it back M58 and Peg!!!

[twyacht]

TW.. That is tough.  It was a Funny Nuisance animal stories?  Gotta hear the bad ones too though.. Anyway.. Way to bring it back M58 and Peg!!!

Sorry for that, your right,.... The other ones involve hot pepper and eggs,....

Don't ever inject tabasco in raw eggs for a raccoon to steal at a campsite, they get really, really mad.....

Old joke: The sheriff of New Orleans is now using coon dogs for street patrols. German Shepards are being retired as there are no problems with Germans.

The corner looks fantastic, loved what you guys did with the place....

[JSC3ATLCSO]

HAHA TW way to bring it back up.  May have to get a Needle from the ambulance to try this!!  Way to bring this back on track.. It does still suck about the old cat though.. The "Bastard Coon would have been difficult to even shoot with it having ahold of your cat.  Not Good.