I think I will eat baby kitten today...
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
This place of the mother's which we are on until we receive the big donation for our land, is one which has always attracted two and four legged vermin. It has been a perpetual battle here as there is a drainage about a mile from here that is thousands of miles long, and from that we get every goddamn predator, north or south, like a funnel, and as we live in a natural swale, all that shit ends up here.
If it is not tom cats, it is owls, it is mountain lions, it is wolves, it is coyotes, it is coons. I guess a bear showed up here once too, but I never got the chance to plug that bastard.
It is though a running battle here as I kill one damn thing and four other goddamn things show up, as no one traps anymore, people can not afford to hunt, so all that shit flows into here.
It is not like the old days when some six pack bird hunters would blast shit they came across or school kids were trapping for spending money. Now it is just me and I do not have the time or money to put a dent into things. It used to be I could in trapping fox, clean out the skunks a half mile each side of us, and we would have years skunk free. Now in trapping here, I have nailed 4 this spring, which showed up from God knows where.
In this, in between blizzards, I was out one night when a coon was feeding in the cat food by the house. Damn thing looked like a bear running over the snow banks. I set live traps out for it, but that was 2 months and no coon. I thought maybe he left, until TL and I went for a walk and saw him by a slough. When he knew we saw him, he ran like a raped ape for the sheds and I knew that son of a bitch was still around.
So I set up again in the snow banks.......and got skunks.
I really want to get skunks for rabies, but I want boar coons as they will kill cats, kill chickens, kill geese, just rip the shit out of things, and I did not need the headache of it, but still no coons.
So I complained to God about it, and two days later, the coon was not in the trap. Which leads me to conclude some fuck head, and I do mean FUCK HEAD, caught this coon and decided to dump it off at the lake as cats to grouse always can use a coon killing them, in the kindness of these fuck head people to squeamish to pull the trigger.
So the coon was trap shy and I was pissed as I did not want dead things around here.
That is when I was carrying water to Baby Belle and Daisy I noticed something in the trees. See we got squirrel nests in the trees or black bird nests that look like shit to me, and this morning the one look like shit, looked like it had a golden eagle sitting in it. So I dropped the bucket and got the gun, as I knew something was up there that I did not want around.......and that something I did figure was that damn raccoon.
So I get the gun......thankfully Poot does not try and kill me as I have my boots on as Poot hates boots to sinking fang and claw in my legs.
So I get the gun and run, as I do not want to take the chance the coon will climb down, and I get there and realize from blasting skunks that I only have 3 shells in it.
This is my favorite rifle though as it is accurate in and old Stevens 3 in 1, 22 rifle. It is wore out though and will not eject shells without help and worse yet it goes CLICK instead of bang at the worst moments. Seriously, I am going to take Richard and Stephanie's lead in getting a Ruger 22 when the money comes in, as the events that followed were a bit too much.
So I stalk the tree, and that coon is way up there. I know it is a coon, but he is all tucked up and I can't tell head or tail, so go for a body shot, which gets some movement out of him, and then I get CLICK.
So as the coon is looking at me, I get the gun loaded again, and put one into the boiler to make sure it is hit, and that connects........and he starts coming down the tree, as I am trying to figure out how far I can reach the ladder, and him coming down will help.
So I bide my time for a good head shot........and CLICK. This damn shell has not gone off three times as it is in from not going off before.
So the coon hits the ground, sort of gimp running as he has piss and shit coming out of him, and he goes for a brush patch and I pu the sneak on, and CLICK. I am not amused, and the dead coon gets up and moves to patch two and goes tits up literally. I think, ok he is dead. He looks at me, revives and all I can do is follow as he makes for a hollow tree and crawls in, and then starts making these sounds I never heard a coon make, like dog whimpering. No compassion from me because he has no compassion eating my cat food which I can not afford to buy and he would be killing cats here this summer and might have run a she cat off her brood so they all died this past week.
Seems ok as the one stud cat ate the one kitten in recycling. Animals are really not proper.
So the coon seems holed up in the log and I can see him in a crack on the wood, so I venture back to Poot and do not get clawed as I get the NRA 19 Savage which is all I got left that my Auntie gave me. So I sneak up, look in the hole and there are them coon eyes shining at me, so I plug him and the eyes disappear.
Thinking I must have finally killed the beast, I venture back and TL is around so I ask to get the mother's clamp stick that people use for getting their shoes after hip surgery.
Anyway we go out and I can't get that coon out with the clamp, so get a crowbar as TL is poking around with the stick. I get the tail out and notice the coon seems to be hanging on and think, "Well that sucks shit as he won't die", so back for the gun, and I administer two doses of lead which are the cure.
God sure answered that prayer, but that was a hard time coming, and it all was due to some squeamish bastard not killing this damn coon in the first place, but instead let it go to continue on it's murderous ways, displacing the native cats. Sort of sounds like Trump's Mexican Visa Vermin, and it is a stout reflection of the same problems, but the Mexicans got the police protection, unlike Texas 1840 when Texans used to grease the greasers.
The thing is as I told TL, with this boar coon gone now, other coons are going to start flowing in. I see some of their tracks on the road a mile from here on our walks, so more are on the way, and I will set up the box traps I have and hopefully kill them right away, as either a possum or a skunk got into the shed we built, so the poor cats were camped up by the house all winter under a tin sheet I tried to keep dry for them so they wouldn't die. Just more damn work for me.
Just thinking about my tally since the mother went tits up last Thanksgiving, and it is 17 vermin I have knocked off.....that is after the trappers went through killing things. I don't see much help in them, and that is that many vermin just to keep my head above water here in protecing what we do have.
I suspect it will be 40 varmints by next Thanksgiving on this place alone. Lord God I could use some money to run a trap line about 3 miles out to clean this shit out to slow things down. I just do not have the money or the time for it now, but when you consider how much this shit eats in birds, eggs, cats and whatever, that is 50 times more dead animals or 2000 creatures which died from them, and by me dispatching this shit, it saves that many pets and wildlife.
All be a hell of allot easier if women would wear fur and coons were 100 bucks a piece. Then you would see trappers out again keeping ahead of things.....as now, I got a coyote shitting on the road south of here, which is feeding on the neighbor's dead Angus calves. I would that he would plug that son of a bitch too before the deer fawn.
Nuff Said
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