Jinglebob said:
No more trees than you guys have got, where on earth did them dogs find a porkie? Did you have to import him?
I went out to get a battery cable off from an older wrecked pickup the other day and when I raised the hood, there was a racoon under the hood next to the air filter. He just stayed there with his head somewhat down and acted kind of weird, so I got my gun and sent him to racoon heaven.
My ears still hurt.
A fella up the road had a good coon story at the coffee shop a few weeks ago. Seems they left the little door open for a few days on the roof of one of their steel granaries. A very explorative coon climbed the ladder on the bin and got into the almost-full bin of corn.
Some days later, my buddy went up and saw what he thought was a dead coon stretched out against the far side of the bin. So, he sent his son up with a pitchfork and shovel to throw the stinkin' thing out of the bin and clean up any coon poop.
Well you can imagine the reaction of both the coon and the son when he stuck that fork under the riled beast. Hair standing straight up! Yup, on the coon and the boy.
Son climbs out of the bin pronto and proceeds to tear big strips off of dad for setting him up! Dad is busting his sides laughing and has a hard time convincing son that he really thought the coon was dead!
Dad sends son up into the bin with the .22 and tells him not to miss. They hear a big bang, and son climbs out of the bin, ears ringing.
Dad asks- did you git'im? Son says -nope. Dad says - did you put a hole in the bin? Son says - yup, sets the gun down and walks away.
Now they're both mad. So I don't know who ended up shooting the coon. As for the hole in the bin - Mom says -isn't that why they invented duct tape?