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I had a Baby male raised bottle fed, tame as could be.
One day after he was full grown a female came into the yard
One whiff and he went wild, could not hold him (bit and never bit before ) . Little bastard never came back. Bandit was his name.
 
I had a Baby male raised bottle fed, tame as could be.
One day after he was full grown a female came into the yard
One whiff and he went wild, could not hold him (bit and never bit before ) . Little bastard never came back. Bandit was his name.
Gotta clip the males or they get aggressive at pubertis.
Females will split get knocked up and want to come back and raise her litter under your bed.
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I don't eat organs or reptiles. We think of opossum as gross to eat, but we sure don't mind chickens, who are extra nasty.

Bubba
We eat pigs and those mother fkers are some of the nastiest bastards on the planet. They will eat anything including humans and their bones.
They wallow in their own shit and live in nasty ass mud half the time.
 
in the mid 60s used to hunt coons with an uncle on the east side of lake caddo in louisiana at midnight .. using a blue tick to tree 'em, quarts of Jax to keep focused , and headlamps and a single shot 22 .. we always won .. and never ever ate them




coming out of colorado .. they can investigate your online querys of google



 
Oh, a possum or raccoon can be fierce, and possibly rabid. I just never saw it happen, of course I never saw a fair fight between them!

Basically they tree the raccoon and then raise Cain barking until you come and shoot it.

Bubba
I went on a Black Bear hunt with hounds once and was told that there were two types of hounds. One that aggressively attacked the bear and were short lived and those who simply followed the bear baying until it treed.
 
in the mid 60s used to hunt coons with an uncle on the east side of lake caddo in louisiana at midnight .. using a blue tick to tree 'em, quarts of Jax to keep focused , and headlamps and a single shot 22 .. we always won .. and never ever ate them




coming out of colorado .. they can investigate your online querys of google






did ya all at least skin them for the hides?
 
I had a Baby male raised bottle fed, tame as could be.
One day after he was full grown a female came into the yard
One whiff and he went wild, could not hold him (bit and never bit before ) . Little bastard never came back. Bandit was his name.
I had a pet skunk. My dad was on a construction site where mama ran out and was killed by a truck. My father took one of the hairless babies, the other guys took the rest. I raised him to be a full size skunk. He never sprayed, unless someone stepped on him when he was very small. We had him de scented, a mistake. He got out one night and a neighbors dog killed him. His name was Stinky. I searched everywhere for that skunk, finally found him in the neighbors trash can.
That neighbor was a target amongst us kids for years.

Bubba
 
There was an ostrich farm in northern Floriduh right by our hunt club. I got a discarded leg, and made "giant turkey" footprints all over camp, on guys' trucks. The new guys were unaware of the commercial farm. O raffs.

BTW: Backstrap squirrel fried in beer batter is outstanding, not just edible.
A guy at work brought me some ground ostrich meat to try. I took it home and ate it. Gave me the screamin' shits. Told him about it the next day. He said, "Yep, me too, that's why I gave it to ya."
Good morning rasty old farts and kindly fartesses.

Congratulations on still being able to pass your Airman's physical brother Walt?
Somethings are better left unasked especially after you're airborne.
Dry as a bone here as well. Getting my sprinkler system blown out today....rain please.
Been raining for four days straight here. Still is.
I had a Baby male raised bottle fed, tame as could be.
One day after he was full grown a female came into the yard
One whiff and he went wild, could not hold him (bit and never bit before ) . Little bastard never came back. Bandit was his name.
I had one that would perch on my shoulders with a hind leg on either side of my neck and his front feet on top of my head while laying his head on top of mine to watch TV. You couldn't eat a Nestle's crunch bar in front of him without sharing. He'd actually try and pry your mouth open to get the last bite. At around 2 years old, he hit puberty and got mean.
 
A guy at work brought me some ground ostrich meat to try. I took it home and ate it. Gave me the screamin' shits. Told him about it the next day. He said, "Yep, me too, that's why I gave it to ya."

Somethings are better left unasked especially after you're airborne.

Been raining for four days straight here. Still is.

I had one that would perch on my shoulders with a hind leg on either side of my neck and his front feet on top of my head while laying his head on top of mine to watch TV. You couldn't eat a Nestle's crunch bar in front of him without sharing. He'd actually try and pry your mouth open to get the last bite. At around 2 years old, he hit puberty and got mean.
Yes, mine was getting "bitey" as he got older. I didn't care, he usually bit someone else. I would bring him big honking grasshoppers that he immediately crunched down. That and prime dog food.

Bubba
 
Mine would eat anything and everything. After he got mean, I asked around to find out who wanted him. I was referred to a guy a half hour north of me. I loaded Rocky up and took him over to the guy. The guy had built a huge pole barn especially for the coons. They at up his wiring. He replaced the wiring with ridged conduit. He had a giant fenced in area up in a big old oak. He said that that's where the new arrivals went 'til they were released. Told me his back porch was loaded with at least 30 coons every morning 'cause his wife made a big batch of flapjacks for them for breakfast. Looked like coon heaven to me, so I gave Rocky a wave goodbye.
 
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did ya all at least skin them for the hides?


no .. it seemed the blue tick was a leader of the pack of hound dogs and they all had a hatred for tha coon and as soon as it fell out of the tree the dogs would rip it apart ... guts and all

uncle and his friends of the Jax quart beers would all puke over the sight of their dogs eating guts, .. I just turned and congratulated my 11 yr brother for a mighty fine 30 yard shot ..


I had a good time .. I don't need no doctor



 

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