3. Skunks, Coons, Possums, Cats, Ringtails, Rabbits, Armadillos, Jackrabbits, Coyotes, Fox, Bobcats, Etc.

A. Skunks in the dove field
Ralph and Doug

B. Turkey eatin' coons like spaghetti, too!
Coming in from the afternoon hunt Ralph had taken a turkey or two. He was ready for a beer when he got in and he laid the birds on the patio. He planned to breast them out after supper. A few minutes later he happened to look out front and saw a big raccoon making off with a turkey. The coon was scared off and the minimally mauled, but now one legged, bird retrieved. After supper, a plate of leftover spaghetti and sauce was put on the patio, near where the turkey had been laying. Within a few minutes the bandit was back and three hunters burst out of the cabin with shotguns and pistols blazing. Ralph shot him in the north end while he was running south for the gate. Doug got in one of the last hits with his .44 special and stopped the critter at the double gate. Doug noted there was a lot of birdshot in the 'coon's rear end. Ralph said there was no other place to shoot if they won't stand and fight. There may have been photos taken of the deceased.

C. Skunk hunting
The details are sketchy, but one evening when most of the hunters were already in camp, doing QC checks on the brewers in Golden, Colorado, the last guy came in noting that there was a skunk close to the cabin. As a mater of fact, too close. Someone suggested that he be run him off, so they all went out to either chase or watch. Bill was in the back changing clothes when the call to hunt was sounded, so he pulled on his cowboy boots and grabbed his Ruger. Pants and a shirt would've taken too long. Besides, cowboy boots and large white boxers are known to intimidate most of the Family Mustelidae. The skunk took off through the cactus patches and was pursued by a goodly crowd, whooping, firing .357's, .22's and hitting close enough to keep him moving. The scene was lit by electricity and alcohol. The flashlights were electric. Fortunately the skunk was not hit because he was too close to the cabin.

Surely somebody else remembers more of this chase. Email me.

D. Doggone
Forget those who trespass against us-
One day a white, shepherd looking, dog showed up on Mickey's place. He ran deer with a vengeance. Everybody knew what they would like to do to him, but were not sure what was appropriate. No one knew who his owner was or where he came from for sure, although the Old Indian was the suspected owner. It was evident that he did live somewhere fairly close by because he'd only show up every now and then. Bill and another hunter were in Lampasas one day and ran into the the Sheriff. While they were visiting they asked about the best way to handle the dog.
"I'd pop a cap on him!" was the sheriff's reply. "He ain't got no Business on your property."
That seems to be the authorized way to settle dogs that stray on to someone else's place. It doesn't happen often. But when you're on a stand and listening to the chase, it does help to remember that you ARE hunting. If you stay alert, keep anger down and resolve up, it could be the last time that dog might run loose. If you ponder the question from the point of view of being a good neighbor, remember that a good neighbor keeps his dogs up. Nothing much is ever said about it. Some dogs must, from time to time, go missing in the county. The real shame is that it's usually not the dogs fault.

F. The Black Hunters
Ralph and Doug will tell about the coyote hunters they met.

F. Sweet potato
Some of the fellows found a possum kit at the front door of the cabin when they arrived and thought it a pretty friendly little soul. Ladd, a guest who'd come down, mentioned it as " No bigger than a Sweet Potato". So now, it now had a name and was accepted as being an official pet. It seemed a well mannered, cute, little kit and hung around the cabin. A couple of weeks later Doug and Ralph went back down and one of the lease members was already there. He told them proudly that he'd made a good shot on an angry possum with his pistol. It was Sweet Potato. The herein unnamed member was told it had been a pet and would be missed by the rest of the group.
In his defense, the shooter explained, "Nobody told me about him, and, well, he hissed at me".
Doug's reply was "Hell! That's what pet possums do!".

F. 'Coons in the cabin and on the screen
The Llano lease is the most remote of any of the leases. Access is by a county road that runs for fourteen miles with no side roads that connect to the outside. The county road ends at the lease ranch house. Beyond there is a locked gate and a sign-in sheet. The owner wants to know who's on the lease at any time. Bill was alone there for some reason or the other and at the end of the day racked out by a window on the south side of the cabin. He was asleep when there was what seemed a terrific wham at the window next to his head. He jumped with a loud "Whuu?" followed by a yelp from out side the window. The hastily grabbed flashlight showed a medium sized raccoon still spread-eagled on the screen. At an earlier time there was another 'coon confrontation at the cabin. Richard was there, alone, bow hunting. In the night he heard something rattling around in the main room that held the kitchen and dining area. He got is bow, nocked an arrow and eased up through the doorway, flipped the light switch and quickly drew the bow. His arrow caught a big 'coon behind the front leg. It flopped all around throwing blood everywhere. He managed to kick it out the door and it soon died. He spent a long time, cleaning up the blood and getting the cabin back in shape. The only permanent damages were a six inch gouge in the dining room table and a slot in the cabinet door by the sink where the arrow stopped. Except to the 'coon, of course.

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You'll see headings with no story. They haven't been written yet. I'm waiting to talk to the guys that were there.

If you remember any details better than are written, email the edited text to me. If your recollection may not be accurate, join the club. (-CRS-)

Accuracy should be just a bit less important than a good tale.


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