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Originally Posted by Sofa King
Got a coon tonight. That was pretty funny. Shot it with the bow. Could barely see my sights but he was only like 12 yards away from the bottom of my stand. I could see well enough to place one right through his shoulder. Only went about ten feet.
heard him coming through some freshly cut corn. He was walking out of range and wasn't gonna come close to me. I tried a few lip squeaks, and sure enough, he got curious and walked my way. Went up the wrong damn tree the first time, called him again and he came right back down, then did it again with another tree. Called again, and here he came. Blamo! Master Hunter.
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This spring when my mom had her pool painted, a family of coons got in the bottom of the pool and couldn't get out because the newly painted plaster was slick. Well, if I had to get them out, they were dying. So Dad and I got our .22s and a 20' 2X12 and let them crawl up the 2X12 and plugged them as they came up. A little hickish, but dead coon is a good coon so all was right with the world again.