Crips? Bloods? Nope. Raccoons!

[Iowanian]

Originally Posted by seclark

had one go after my wife one time when she was out in the yard w/the weed whacker. heard her holler and there she was, keeping it away w/the whacker. i grabbed a stick of wood off the pile and trotted over to it and knocked it in the head. wailed on it a couple more times after it went down.

tossed the stick back on the wood pile and went back to the bbq grill to finish up my chops. she hauled the deceased down to the creek and tossed it in.
i'd have been pissed if she caused me to burn those chops.
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I used to camp and fish at a lake north of you. The racoons there were the size of black bears and brazen. Our first night of one camp, they stole every steak out of a closed and locked cooler, and those steaks were inside tupperware containers.

The next night, a big fatty came into camp, I stood up and walked over to give him a kick and he stood up on his hind legs, stretched out his arms and roared like he thought he was a polar bear.

I had my bow in the truck, and that is all I have to say on the rest of this topic.

[seclark]

Originally Posted by Iowanian

I used to camp and fish at a lake north of you. The racoons there were the size of black bears and brazen. Our first night of one camp, they stole every steak out of a closed and locked cooler, and those steaks were inside tupperware containers.

The next night, a big fatty came into camp, I stood up and walked over to give him a kick and he stood up on his hind legs, stretched out his arms and roared like he thought he was a polar bear.

I had my bow in the truck, and that is all I have to say on the rest of this topic.

i've had the masked bandits steal the smores off the damn picnic table while we're saying grace!

i've still got a scar from that rusty broadhead, a-hole.
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