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I have had a damn coon eating my corn and consequently my hound dog is going apeshit over it! The two of them tangled up a couple of nights ago and my son ran it off with a shotgun. Too close of quarters to get a good shot in. The bummer part is they were down on the river bank and I hear stories of coons drowning dogs.

It will be back and will go out in the garbage too.

Those stories aren't just fantasy . Lost a good bluetick gal in just that way . Nearly lost our friend Ollie Crites runnin a trap line one night when a pissed of coon in a trap jumped off a creek bank into his face and got him down in a deep hole of water . My buddy Brock and I were laughing so hard at the spectacle that Ollie was damned near drowned by the time that we realized that he REALLY did need help . They can be bad .

Coons round here been found with rabies and had two fox attacks.
Shouldn't run trap line a chasing whiskey bottle bottoms!

That coon would be better served with some sweet taters.

S-Cackalacky wrote:That coon would be better served with some sweet taters.

Sounds like Lord of the Rings to me!

Odin.

Doesn't sound like you have a varmint problem but a too small of dog problem.
That dog in my avatar (American Bulldog) and his partner in crime (Boxer) are regular varmint wrecking machines. Within the last year between the two of them they have taken 6-coons 4-possum 5-woodchucks and unfortunately 8-skunks. Luckily Mamas got a great recipe for getting rid of skunk stink. Once they catch one it's all over for the varmint and the guaranteed next stop is my garbage can. I've never fed my dogs dog food, been feeding them raw chicken, about 3 large leg quarters a day bones and all since they were pups so their real used to crunching right through bone.

Just Sayin
Windy City

Odin wrote:

S-Cackalacky wrote:That coon would be better served with some sweet taters.

Sounds like Lord of the Rings to me!

Odin.

Yep, all we need is a conch shell and some face paint.

Windy City wrote:Doesn't sound like you have a varmint problem but a too small of dog problem.
That dog in my avatar (American Bulldog) and his partner in crime (Boxer) are regular varmint wrecking machines. Within the last year between the two of them they have taken 6-coons 4-possum 5-woodchucks and unfortunately 8-skunks. Luckily Mamas got a great recipe for getting rid of skunk stink. Once they catch one it's all over for the varmint and the guaranteed next stop is my garbage can. I've never fed my dogs dog food, been feeding them raw chicken, about 3 large leg quarters a day bones and all since they were pups so their real used to crunching right through bone.

Just Sayin
Windy City

Funny you should mention dog size.
My mutt is half hound, half pit. Looks like a golden lab. It has the nose of a hound and the tenacity of the pit. It hates varmits and thinks it is her life's work to seek and destroy. We live on the river, so all kinds of cool critters come by for her to harass.
A couple of years ago the score was 6 coons, 2 possum and a handful of nutria. She was working on a beaver too, but I guess she doesn't swing that way!

Red Rim wrote:She was working on a beaver too, but I guess she doesn't swing that way!

Now that's funny


Windy City

S-Cackalacky wrote:

Odin wrote:

S-Cackalacky wrote:That coon would be better served with some sweet taters.

Sounds like Lord of the Rings to me!

Odin.

Yep, all we need is a conch shell and some face paint.

Whoops! I was thinkin' "Lord of the Flies".

So here is a turn in a totally different direction.
If you are listening to the Wailer's of Bob Marley fame, and there is only one guy with grey hair, is it really the Wailers?
They still put on a good show, but I wonder what Bob would think?

Seen the wailers few times. Always a good show. Crazy how many they pack on a stage. 8 musicians 3 backup singers kinda shit. They gave me their setlist after a show once. Fun stuff. Baked.

Love me some Marley! At a venue 1 1/2 hours from last weekends hippie fest. Straight laced conservative people here. Crazy! Haven't smelled herb all evening. What is wrong with these people? Marley and no smoke? Confusing...

went to negril for bob's 50th' birthday party, obviously bob wasn't there, BUT there was a party nonetheless.

cob wrote:went to negril for bob's 50th' birthday party, obviously bob wasn't there, BUT there was a party nonetheless.

Honestly I think it was the first reggae event that I have ever been to, without catching a contact high. We were joking afterwards, that the inside of their awesome motorcoach prolly looked like Cheech and Chongs van, and if you were to climb up to the exhaust vent, and take a breath, you would probably pass out.

Bob's birthday party would have been memorable. Hard to believe someone so talented that fathered so much creative music, died young and poor. One of the weird imbalances in this world.

A man never knows where his stick is going to float in the stream of life . One irrevocable truth is constant . Your first step from the cradle is your first step toward the grave .
>Somebody pass me a jug and let's shake this morbid mood . I had a great night until I stopped here . After moonrise I introduced my grandson to night time bass fishin . We had a great time up at the farm pond . Surface plugs in the foggy moonlight with a bullfrog serenade for background music . Seen a couple of them that was 5 inches .............. between the eyes ..................
I see frog legs on the menue in the near future .

Saw Marley in Berkley in the early '70s, what a great show. Smelled a little herb...
Keeping cats out of my grapes with mouse traps only worked for a while. Little bastards would snap a couple of traps and shit right on them. I now have what might be the shortest electric fence in Texas (6 grape vines total) and getting zapped seems to motivate them. Fence is set for 2 miles, just to be sure.

Truckinbutch wrote:A man never knows where his stick is going to float in the stream of life . One irrevocable truth is constant . Your first step from the cradle is your first step toward the grave .
>Somebody pass me a jug and let's shake this morbid mood . I had a great night until I stopped here . After moonrise I introduced my grandson to night time bass fishin . We had a great time up at the farm pond . Surface plugs in the foggy moonlight with a bullfrog serenade for background music . Seen a couple of them that was 5 inches .............. between the eyes ..................
I see frog legs on the menue in the near future .

5 Inches?!! You sure them aren't alligators? You ever caught them with a fishing pole, that is some fun stuff right there! Get a little floating frog lure and cast it in front of them, they will suck it down and the fight is on!

corene1 wrote:

Truckinbutch wrote:A man never knows where his stick is going to float in the stream of life . One irrevocable truth is constant . Your first step from the cradle is your first step toward the grave .
>Somebody pass me a jug and let's shake this morbid mood . I had a great night until I stopped here . After moonrise I introduced my grandson to night time bass fishin . We had a great time up at the farm pond . Surface plugs in the foggy moonlight with a bullfrog serenade for background music . Seen a couple of them that was 5 inches .............. between the eyes ..................
I see frog legs on the menue in the near future .

5 Inches?!! You sure them aren't alligators? You ever caught them with a fishing pole, that is some fun stuff right there! Get a little floating frog lure and cast it in front of them, they will suck it down and the fight is on!

TB, caught a bunch more 1lb bluegill and a good mess of frog legs, damn fine meal.

WOW! I'm impressed . Slabs like that would make some good eatin

They were very tasty, brought home 50 of them.

50 WOW! Lucky. Love fried Bluegill, filet and skin em and cook em up like potato chips. YUMMM

They've pulled over 500 out of a 15acre private lake this year alone.. Fillets filled a 5gal bucket half full.

Pic is the last trip down in June.

SOMO I use shit like that for bait

Yea but shit like that is the best eaten fish there is.

jedneck wrote:Yea but shit like that is the best eaten fish there is.

+1 get em Jed
Show me 12-13" bluegill that weigh a lb or better, used for bait or otherwise.
This is the bench and I'm from Mo so, Show Me!!

just bullshitten you all, we got the best red breast and bream fishing around the south right here out of the Satilla river everybody has been catching the hell out of them had fried fish and grits for supper last night

That's right. Ever fish the swamp dog?
Ga

swampdog 2 wrote:just bullshitten you all, we got the best red breast and bream fishing around the south right here out of the Satilla river everybody has been catching the hell out of them had fried fish and grits for supper last night

We're good bro, we used some to catch big cats on Truman lake. 72# was the biggest we caught up there on jugs. Jugs are good at catching things.

I got caught up in a coupla big jugs once - almost suffocated.