- ......well...I had one exciting morning ...first I too my mag to my actual garden to Check for deer and didn't see any ...I usually take it with me when making my morning rounds at the plants but I remembered I didn't bait my trap cause I was too busy making cages yesterday ...I went down at about 6 to check for coon damage and started peeking at my trees and noticed the trap door was shut on my live trap....huh....well its all covered up with sticks and weeds ...about that time I noticed my hound was going crazy..SUCCESS....he ran by the cage 10 times till u walked up and that coon started growling at me and he went nuts...well he stated raising 9 kinda hell if course and I got parinoid that someone was gonna hear him and walk up on us...which I have about a 93% chance of that not happening....but I was scared ...so I thought ..pick up th cage ...walk with it till I'm back on my property ...then o get the gun...right?...well...this is a homemade cage...and a big heavy one...and the guy who made it never made the handle very long...so when I grabbed it I felt that coon paw wrap around my middle finger ..yeah, so needless to say I dropped the cage...I had some boltING gloves from the coal mines hid close by so I put them on and stared packing him....now I have the problem of my dog attacking this 60 lb cage with a 20 25 lb coon in it while crawling through the woods....guess what happened ..he jumped up on the cage...I dropped it again ..the trap door came open and I now have a 25 lb coon on my right foot.......=\.....my dog which is a coon hound but has never hunted tore that coons ass apart...he soon realized it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be but he won that's for sure...he even treed him and was trying t climb the tree ..lol goofy fucker...I ran a mile or so to my house ..got my gun...rn back and the rest is history...my pup doesn't have a scratch on him and I have one less coon to worry bout....on to the next one...but I just had to tell you guys the whole story...coons on the feet at 6am will wake your ass up that's for sure
Hey man that's funny. What breed is your dog? I grew up in OK and half of my buddies had hounds, so I had all of the coon hunting I wanted. Seen some crazy shit happen in my teenage years. Watched a coon drown one of my buddies dogs before he could swim out to try and save him. One of the saddest things I've ever seen big 6' 4" bad ass fuker holding his dog and sobbing uncontrollably..we were all in tears. He paid $1500 for that dog, that was a lot of money in 1970.
Been to a couple gatherings where they had a Coon in a Keg contest, throw a big ass coon and a hound in a big wooden container...see who comes out. No contest.
Looking back it all seems so brutal...now I feed them when we camp at the state parks.