i HATE racoons...
Did an overnight catfishing excursion last summer. All is well until somewhere around 3AM, when I hear a bunch of rustling in the forest behind me. A racoon steps out of the bushes. Then another. And another. I flash my light into the woods behind them and it reflected off the glowing neon eyes of several more. Then I realized that I had left a bag of raw shrimp out of the cooler and thats what they were after. There was no escape, as they were between me and my truck. So I grabbed my knife in one hand and 1 of my rods in the other. I ran at them and hissed and shook my rod at them. The first 3 went back into the bushes, but I couldn't get them to retreat any further.
So this continued for another hour... I'd hear them start coming out of the bushes again and then chase them back. By then, I'd given up any hope of a nice quiet evening of fishing. Finally, I took the bag of shrimp, chucked it as far as I could into the woods behind them and sprinted to my truck. Whenever I see 1 in the road now, I hit the gas!
Last edited by Foxy : 04-03-2008 at 10:49 PM.
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