Seems like they could have found a Pit Bull to nail instead of one of God’s innocent creatures.
A young male raccoon got one of my neighbor's hens. I missed it with a rock. The deputy got it with his .38. They can be cute, but that book by Sterling North wasn't called Rascal for nothing.
My kids hate coons now, keep urging me to go shoot some. On the other hand, I've never tasted Pit Bull.