So I have a clear plastic dog food storage container I keep out on the porch of my farm shop. Somehow the coon, a young one, got the lid open, climbed in and had a regular feast. Problem was, when he went in the lid shut and latched behind him. He was dead when I found him. But he died full as a tick, and he left be about a quart of coon chit in there that had the consistency of plastic wood and construction adhesive combined. Like to never got it all hosed out. I guess the container gets moved inside the shop now.
Damned things.
Gene
A dead coon story
Re: A dead coon story
Speaking of coons...
Years ago...like 40+...I was a young single buck stationed right here in Maine. We had an Ops Boss that was universally hated by officers and enlisted alike. Just a world-class asshole on all fronts.
He went on leave one Summer and left his car parked next to the firehouse on base "for safety". Somehow or another a very large, very male coon got into his locked car. Between a couple of weeks with no food or water and the Summer heat in a closed car, Rocky expired. Prior to expiring, Rocky expressed his opinion of the situation by absolutely shredding the interior of that vehicle, not to mention using it as his outhouse.
That, plus the delicate bouquet of days-dead coon rendered the car not only uninhabitable, but unrecoverable. It was towed off and I suspect burned.
And no, I have no idea who the obviously brilliant perpetrator was.
Years ago...like 40+...I was a young single buck stationed right here in Maine. We had an Ops Boss that was universally hated by officers and enlisted alike. Just a world-class asshole on all fronts.
He went on leave one Summer and left his car parked next to the firehouse on base "for safety". Somehow or another a very large, very male coon got into his locked car. Between a couple of weeks with no food or water and the Summer heat in a closed car, Rocky expired. Prior to expiring, Rocky expressed his opinion of the situation by absolutely shredding the interior of that vehicle, not to mention using it as his outhouse.
That, plus the delicate bouquet of days-dead coon rendered the car not only uninhabitable, but unrecoverable. It was towed off and I suspect burned.
And no, I have no idea who the obviously brilliant perpetrator was.
Re: A dead coon story
A neighbor of ours loved to fry fish. Back in the good ole days, the commercial fisherman would park along main street and sell their fish. Well, Alvin had a really nice Chrysler, fancy car. Well, he got home and forgot and left the fish in the trunk of his car. As he hadn't to be gone long, he hadn't even put them on ice. Car was pretty rank when they climbed into it about 4 days later.
Gene
Gene