Caught a coon last night. Big sucker, probably 15-20 pounds, barely fit in the trap. The past couple nights something had been getting into the cats’ shed and knocking their food off the shelf, prying the lid off and then spreading the food all over creation, which of course then made the ant population explode, so needless to say, I wasn’t happy–but fairly sure it was a Raccoon and not a skunk, which would have really made my Monday.
By the way, have I mentioned lately just how much I love my little Henry loaded with CB rounds? Looks like a bb gun, sounds like a bb gun, kills varmints d-e-d dead.