Racoon?

I must be feeling better. Yesterday my grandson, Conner, came up for a visit. Before he got here the dogs and I had walked down to the mailbox and Grady found a raccoon in the pussy willows. There was some barking and a lot of growling from the raccoon but I called Grady out and took him home. He wanted to stay in the thick stuff with the racoon but I made him quit.

When Conner got here I told him about the raccoon and he wanted to catch it. I was pretty doubtful that we could accomplish the chore but said we could try. The tullies were very thick and there was no way we could locate the animal so I went back and got Grady. It wasn’t long before the barking and hissing began. I called Grady back out and put him in the truck while Conner kept the raccoon located. We spent about 1/2 hour chasing him through the cat tails without seeing him because they were so thick. We only knew we were close because of the growling. Somehow it had slipped out from in between us and we lost it.

Once again we let Grady find the raccoon and put him away. Conner and I chased it through the tullies for another half hour before losing it again. But this time we got some visuals when it would charge us snapping and growling. Again we had Grady locate the raccoon and put him back in the truck.

For another hour we tromped through the cat tails trying to trap the raccoon. By now we had flattened out quite of a bit of the swamp and had some good areas where we could actually see the animal. He was an escape artist. I so bad wish we would have had someone filming the ordeal. I was a muddy mess from tripping over the cat tails and diving for the racoon. So was Conner. One time it came out of the tullies and chased Conner up the dry slope. I was laughing so hard I fell in the muddy slew.

We had finally trampled down the cat tails enough that the raccoon had to come out in the open. It was as tired as Conner and I were. It leaned on the shore of the creek and just looked at us with it’s paws out. It’s masked eyes were pleading with us to back off. It would have been real easy at that point to grab it by the cuff of the neck but Conner decided we had tormented it enough.

We returned to the house a muddy mess and Barb had tears in her eyes when we told her the story. She was reminded of the times when Kerri, our daughter and Conner’s mom, was still alive and Kerri would watch us do crazy things like that. Kerri would always egg us along at doing things like catching a raccoon but would make sure we didn’t harm it. My daughter would always remark that Conner and I always accomplished what we set out to do.

Yesterday, Kerri was smiling down from heaven and encouraging Conner to finish the job and then had that raccoon look at us through those sad eyes knowing it was time to quit stressing it out.

What a great day.

Published by jakeandgrady

Hunting has been a favorite past time for me for 55 years but the last twenty five years I have been consumed by chukar hunting and more specifically chukar hunting with fantastic dogs. In this blog I hope to pass on any information I can about chukar hunting but more than anything I want to showcase what will probably be my last two chukar dogs, Jake and Grady. I am 70 years old, Jake is 8 and Grady is 3 and I'm hoping to stay on the chukar mountain until I am 80 when Grady will be fetching my final chukars.

2 thoughts on “Racoon?

  1. Fun to turn into a kid again…..brings back a lot of great memories. ONce, when about 12, I sent off to Iowa with my lawn mowing money for a young raccoon. It came with a handwritten letter explaining how it was such a fine animal. When I opened the box in the garage it hissed and snarled and escaped into some upper storage shelves and hid among the boxes. I would leave food and it would come down at night but would return by daylight. I tried to pet it but it hissed and snarled so I couldnt touch it. My mother insisted I put it in a cage. So I built a cage but didnt have hinges for the door so i just tacked the door shut after catching and putting the raccoon into it.
    That night it escaped. I had owned it for a couple of months and it escaped without me being able to touch it.

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  2. Great story. You’re right about fun being a kid again. Conner’s coming up this morning and we’re going shed horn hunting. His youth keeps me going and feeling young again. Who knows what adventure we might find today.

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