Originally Posted by Radar Chief
They can be vicious little bastards too.
Had one getting into the mother-in-law's chickens. It'd kill one and sit right in the chicken coop eating it in front of the others. Didn't even know what it was killing them until we sat up late one night with a .22 and a spot light. We finally got that sucker but not before he made his way though about half the MIL's yard birds.
Wow. One winter I trapped with a kid that lived across from my grandparents. Besides a badger coons were the nastiest bastards to deal with. They would hiss and claw and go nuts on you until you could land that club on their head.
It don't matter what line we hand you
When we come a crawlin' in.
We ain't wrong, we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again.