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Last night, after momma coon ate her fill and left, another raccoon came sauntering in and went immediately to the feeding spot. I was up on the deck at the time and at first thought it was momma coming back for seconds. So I slowly walked down to the dinner table and it turns out (at this time it is dark enough that I have to use my flashlight) to be a different raccoon. By the bigger body and broader head size I see it is a male. Amazingly, as this is the first encounter with this guy, he lets me stand within three feet as he eats. So now I'm starting to wonder what is going on. If I was a native american I'd be making raccoons my totem. Maybe I should get a necklace with a raccoon pendant to wear. Whaddya think?

The Raccoons are making final preparations for their hostile takeover.

I'm reminded of the Simpson's episode in which Homer creates his own religion. I have a suspicion that today's friends will be tomorrow's target practice.

I'm still stuck on the Family Guy episode where that racoon was comming out of everywhere at Peter.


This sounds like the start of some sort of Hippi Racoon Commune. Get the Kool-Aid ready just in case WC

What do I think?

I think you're getting old. Next thing you know you're going to have a pack of cats, hummingbird feeders hanging all over the patio and those little stained glass things held onto the window by suction cups. What was my first clue that you're aging rapidly? The socks and slipper combination.

J/k!

I think it's pretty neat, you should get as many pics as you can.

My cousin was walking through his neighborhood at night and this car was driving real slow behind him honking. He was at the side of the road and pretty much ignoring them thinking the occupants were trying to start trouble. This went on for about a block and half when finally the car pulled up beside him real slow and the people in the car were yelling "watch out!" He turned around just in time to dodge this raccoon that was set to attack him. The people in the car said that it would run up behind him and rear up for an attack, but since he was in motion the coon couldn't get in a position to strike, so it would run up to him and set to strike... miss, run up and set to strike.. etc.
The people in the car said that it had been doing that the whole time they were honking. lol!

B-

You know, maybe you should start a raccoon circus.

I think it is the neatest thing, and is another reason why I need to move to the country.

I would take a few precautions though

1) Make sure I know of a vet close by that will treat a raccoon, just in case they ever get into somthing bad.

2) If in a state like CA, think about liability insurance, it is possible if someone is bit they can state that you are the reason the raccoons are around more and less afraid of humans.

3) Check Racoon owners pages/forums/blogs both of those who have raised Racoons and those who have rescued them.


Then I would enjoy and photograph them. If the opertunity arrises now that there is a pair, Racoon breeding can be profitable only because it is so rare. Check local/State laws first of course.

I think you've lost your conservative credentials! Creating a damn welfare state for racoons...next they'll be demanding reparations for all those Daniel Boone hats and a piece of Paul McCartney's song royalties from the White album....
Way to go you socialist tree hugging racoon lover

Buef wrote:Then I would enjoy and photograph them. If the opertunity arrises now that there is a pair, Racoon breeding can be profitable only because it is so rare. Check local/State laws first of course.

There is a market for Racoon porn?? Wow who knew?

Coontang!

I still say it's your pheromonic aftershave! I'd be careful there, Bubba.

/me's waiting for the picture "..and this is the 'coon running of with my finger."

where I is we gots ourselfs lots of foxes. cute damn things. specially the youngins, like it always is. every year the momma and poppa foxes raise up a litter of kits in the field. all spring summer the kits play in the field and make a awful rackit learnin how to be regular foxes. fox cries sound like a cross between a baby wallerin' and the devil hisself cursing the lord on high from his abiss. but i digress. come fall them kits are all raised themselves and go off to start families of theys own. one year, one of the naybers that live nearby started tossin chickin bones to the momma fox cause she was thinkin maybe momma fox needed more food than usual on account of having a larger brood than years past. foxes love chickin. pretty soon the whole clan start coming up to this lady and eatin' chickin withh her every night. like pets they become. this lady she done start thinkin of herself like snow white or something. anyhows, come fall it was time for the grown kits to leaf theys moms and dads and become regular foxes theyselfs. but snow white done spoilt them and they wouldn't budge. kept coming back for more chickin bones every night as it started getting colder and darker. it was all they knew. on one of the first frosty fall morns I was out warming up the truck after a tough night sleepin. them foxes had been keepin me up makin theys ghostly screams all night. but now it was quiet. sad quiet. seems mom and dad fox had been doing theys best during the night to finally runoff theys youngins. theys that wouldn't go got kilt by theys mom and dad. one of them circle of life things. plus poppa fox was skared one of his boys would start in with momma fox. foxes are like that. the ones that did leaf prolly died fore winter ended on account of not knowing how to fend for theyselfs. i didn't feel nothin bout the dead ones. hell, i was almost happy on account of them foxes gettin so friendly they got too close to my house and kilt one of my best cats cause he was tryin to get one of them chickin bones for hisself one night. that lady don't throw no more chickin bones and she aint much liked round here ever since her snow white days. we all learnt alot bout foxes that year. best let wild things keep theys wild ways and take care of theyselfs like the good lord intended. like it says in the bible, give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day but teach a man to fish and he'll drink beer all day. heh.

Well done, bash. *golf clap*

Fusion pimp wrote: I think you're getting old. Next thing you know you're going to have a pack of cats, hummingbird feeders hanging all over the patio and those little stained glass things held onto the window by suction cups. What was my first clue that you're aging rapidly? The socks and slipper combination.

J/k!

While I got rid of the cats I do have a hummingbird feeder and have a Ruby Throated Humming bird that visits. Heh! to you.

Buef wrote: 1) Make sure I know of a vet close by that will treat a raccoon, just in case they ever get into somthing bad.

I have no intention of catching one of these things even if they are sick, let alone take them to the vet!

Buef wrote:2) If in a state like CA, think about liability insurance, it is possible if someone is bit they can state that you are the reason the raccoons are around more and less afraid of humans.

Sssshh, if you don't tell anyone, I won't either...

Buef wrote:3) Check Racoon owners pages/forums/blogs both of those who have raised Racoons and those who have rescued them.

I raised one when I was about 13 years old. First rule is never keep them in a cage.

Buef wrote:Then I would enjoy and photograph them. If the opertunity arrises now that there is a pair, Racoon breeding can be profitable only because it is so rare. Check local/State laws first of course.

Not in the least interested in breeding these rascals (Note sly refererence to Sterling Norths book "Rascal"). They seem to do well enough without any help from me.

Will Robinson wrote:I think you've lost your conservative credentials! Creating a damn welfare state for racoons...next they'll be demanding reparations for all those Daniel Boone hats and a piece of Paul McCartney's song royalties from the White album....
Way to go you socialist tree hugging racoon lover

Tonight I was kept busy keeping three males from coming in to bother Momma. True to liberal welfare ideals I kept possibly one of the fathers away so mother and children become dependant on my socialist dole program. In 2008 I will register them to vote and control the presidential election

bash wrote:Coontang!

Heh, you want of piece of momma coons action, be my guest. Once you see what a spitfire she becomes when other males start coming near you'll have second thoughts.

Bash, at the end of summer I'll catch me up dem dem young'n 'coons whats all dependant like and parcel post 'em to ya.

Anything that shows up with a mask on looking for handouts gets politely dropped into the river.

Two Words: Raccoon Pie

woodchip wrote:... So now I'm starting to wonder what is going on. If I was a native american I'd be making raccoons my totem. Maybe I should get a necklace with a raccoon pendant to wear. Whaddya think?

that'd be cool

Last night a new level of trust was exhibited by momma.
Heretofor she would always eat facing me. Tonight she turned her Ace-end towards me while feeding as though to say, "You're cool, I trust ya."

Oh and Mobius, years ago I made up a raccoon stew. Last time I use raccoon in a stew. Porcupine on the other hand, makes for a very good stew.

woodchip wrote:Oh and Mobius, years ago I made up a raccoon stew. Last time I use raccoon in a stew.

I've heard that you throw everything but the meat in the first stew away. All vegetables, etc, absorb the gamey taste.

woodchip wrote:Heretofor she would always eat facing me.

NEVER trust a man who uses heretofor in a sentence. Unless of course he is quoting someone else.

Sergeant Thorne wrote:

woodchip wrote:Oh and Mobius, years ago I made up a raccoon stew. Last time I use raccoon in a stew.

I've heard that you throw everything but the meat in the first stew away. All vegetables, etc, absorb the gamey taste.

Problem was...we used too many barley corns in it. Bleh.

We have recently discovered a cat that likes to play with water

LOL as for this making Woody old. I was looking at flowers the other day, helping to pick them out. Not something I even take an interest in at all. I was able to pick the best possible color choice without hardly even thinking for a girl and for my Mom.

My normal answere for things like that are... I dunno... I'm not the expert. I know computers, games, schoolwork, cars, girls and sports

Maybe it just means I'm becoming mature for once in my life. O_o...