Posted on 11/01/2002 12:53:04 PM PST by Shermy
Edited on 05/07/2004 6:06:45 PM PDT by Jim Robinson. [history]
Coon Tale opportuity.
At our camp up Hazel Creek, a coon climbed the tree, crawled out on the limb, descended the 6 feet of parachute cord and chewed the top off the pack cover uncovering two dozen cinnamon rolls. He ate them all.
Having eaten all there were the coon lost the will to leave the pack or to try to climb the parachute cord. Reluctant to jump the twenty feet to the ground, he remained on the pack, suspended in limbo of cinnamon roll induced lethargy.
It was a great morning, Throwing rocks at a helpless coon is really great sport. Keep in mind there is a vast difference between throwing and hitting. The near misses and hoots and laughter however, motivated the coon to suceed where he previously lacked the will.
There is a lesson here for many Americans.
Hmmph. They are much cleaner than any animal you might normally consider as a housepet, and friendly & playful too - like a kitten. I had one when I was a kid.
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