When I was a teenager we had a Sow with Kits that came every night. Well one night my buddy who was about 6'1" at the time wanted to go home but they were right in the front door area of the house. So I told him wait and then go after they leave. He said no I'll just scare them away. He opened the door, yelled, and stomped his foot at them and raised his arms. The sow charged at him and he jumped back through it slamming it so hard behind him he damn near broke the jam.
Oh man, you guys are making me remember all kinds of funny critter stories. So growing up with the dogs I've coon hunted most of my life. One night a few years back I was out with a buddy that was new to hounds and we had a coon race going. We got treed and he was real excited that his dog made the race and was barking treed at the coon, kind of like a proud papa, his dog was doing good. So my buddy says, I'm going to climb up there and catch that coon. I say, oh ya, with what? He says, I've got a burlap sack in the truck and I'm going to catch that coon.
Now this raccoon is treed up in a little bitty old tree. I mean there's not a branch hardly to hold on to, you'd have to wrap your legs around it and shinny up, and I'm thinking heck I don't know if I could even climb that tree let alone catch a coon up there, but whatever. You want to try it, I'll hold your beer. And since we hadn't hunted together much, I'm thinking well maybe he's going to show me a trick I don't know.
So he grabs his sack and runs it through his belt and heads up the tree. I'm down below holding the light, and the dogs with him starting to climb the tree are bawling their bloody heads off. He gets up that tree about fifteen feet and ole mr. coon starts getting real antsy, looking around, circling the trunk, and if you've fooled with them, you know if they start moving around they're fixing to go somewhere. I'm still down below, holding the light, taking it all in for future reference, 'go get him man, I'll stand behind you until your belly caves in!'
About this time, the coon decides this is not the place he wants to be, and squirrels around so that his head is toward the ground, and starts sliding down that tree. Now this is a big boar coon, and I'm down there shining that light in his eyes, and he just heads straight down into my buddy's face. And like I say, I thought maybe he was going to show me a cool new way to do this, but once he was up there, he had his knees wrapped around that trunk and couldn't let go with his hands either, let alone try to grab a coon and put it in a gunny sack. Next thing you know my buddy is hollering "Hey!!! Hey!!!" and I wish I could convey with words how loud, and how funny he sounded up there. I'm still down there holding the light, not thinking that I'm blinding that coon until my buddy yells 'shut that $!!#@% light off!!' By this time that coon is right in his face, and when I drop the light down, he realizes that there's a human in the tree with him and goes baling off. I guess the yelling and cursing wasn't enough for him to figure it out. But when the light went out, he was out of there, and we never did tree that coon again. I still get to giggling over the way he was hollering hey hey up there, and that was the last he tried climbing trees to catch a coon, lol.
