Coon Hunter

That's a man that's seen a million miles.

I've had coon with sweet taters, not something I'd eat on a regular basis but I'd eat it. That reporter had better hope the world doesn't end because soft people like him will be begging at the doorsteps of people like the Coon Man.
 
Mmmmm.... No thanks. :) If I wanted to eat stuff like that, I'd just go to McDonald's. :)

We've got TONS of raccoons around here, and I can't say I've ever had the slightest urge to eat one. About the same amount as I'd want to eat a cat or a dog.

And even though I think they're pretty cool animals, I don't mean I wouldn't want to eat one for some type of moral reasons, I just think they would taste like garbage (you are what you eat and all... ) :)

Here's some visitors that like to come by... 'Ol Coon Man would see a feast! LOL ;)

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Although that little guy looks like he's ready attack, he was just chew'n up some dog food ;)

And YES, I do know how mean those little bastards can be when they're scared or pissed off.
 
They say feeding coons dog food or grain for a week helps with the flavor. I dunno, the one I ate was after a loooonnggggg night of hunting.
 
I should clarify before some of you southern guys that think raccoon is a delicacy start fix'n to get a rope. ;) :p :D

If it meant living or starving to death... I'd eat one in a minute. But since I'm not going to starve anytime soon, I'll pass for now. :D

Heck, I saw 8 of them by the creek the other day. If things get THAT bad, I've already got a coon ranch ready to roll. :D
 
I think they'd be pickled too, if they didn't just burst into flames. You wouldn't even have to smoke 'em, the meat would last for years... IG, you may be on to something if you can get the coons anywhere near that relish! I just hope it doesn't ruin the pelts... coonskin caps are worth big $$$$.
 
I grew up spending just about every single night in the woods chasing coons, I ate a few and it wasnt bad, I had rather have chicken or beef, but Coons have to be one of the meanest animals in the world beside badgers. I have seen coon straight out whoop a dog, no joke. A boar coon has the devil in him,LOL
 
Charlie, tell em about why you call your forge Louis and Lady. That's an awesome story.

I've seen a boar coon jump on someone's head after we treed him then he killed a dog on his way out. I don't mess with them unless I'm seriously armed.
 
My son had a coon problem from leaving cat food food out all night. One night late they came around really close kinda snarling and getting a little too bold while him and his wife were in the hot tub. Mike went in a got his paint ball gun and rapid fired em all with pink paint. :DThey cleared a 6ft fence and never came back.
 
Bruce Bump said:
My son had a coon problem from leaving cat food food out all night. One night late they came around really close kinda snarling and getting a little too bold while him and his wife were in the hot tub. Mike went in a got his paint ball gun and rapid fired em all with pink paint. :DThey cleared a 6ft fence and never came back.
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BB, I bet if you were painted pink, you would do the same thing.:confused::confused: But then again it may look nice on you. HEHEHEHEHEHE!!!
 
Never had coon. I have made squirrel stew out of my backyard population to prove a point, though.

Coon would be nice to try, though.
 
Hello Friends,

Most of you guys are sure talking a lot of stink about something you admittedly have never tried. I grew up coon hunting. We kennel raised black and tan hounds, for that very purpose. (Had beagles too for rabbit hunting.) Talk about some fun...hunting the corn fields, brooks (creeks or streams for you non New Englanders) and nut groves in the cool autumn nights. Yes sir, what a blast! And, hey what are you talking about, "you are what you eat?" Corn, crayfish, mussels and nuts make for some fat and tasty coons! I suppose you prissy guys don't eat bear either?!

The only weapon the grumps carried were .22 pistols to shoot the coons out of trees by shining flashlights into their eyes. Often one of them had to climb the tree to find the buggas. Sometimes a coon would jump clean out of the tree. Man talk about a dog and "cat" fight. They'd fight something fierce. If a wily coon led the chase into swamp like conditions my Dad and friends would often gather up the dogs and move the hunt elsewhere. A savvy coon would jump on a dogs head and hold it down under the water and drown it.

It never occurred to me not to eat coon. Mmmm, mmm good! Yup, marinate it in some sort of vinegar barbecue sauce and cook away. Mom cooked tragically simple New England style. I don't think she ever used much more than vinegar, ketchup, brown sugar, salt and pepper. We loved it. It was a special dinner treat when ever we had wild game: coon, rabbit, venison, squirrel and partridge fricassee, duck, pheasant... Sure beat hamburger helper, shit on a shingle (creamed chipped beef on toast), macaroni and cheese, spaghetti, fish sticks, etc (not that we didn't appreciate and enjoy them too).

I tanned many a pelt and made many a bike handle tassel with coon tails. Most of the bikes in my neighborhood had at least one on it somewhere. Ah, the good old days. Thanks for the chance for pleasant recall!!! I'll try not to pity the rest of you cocky SOBs too much, and forgive you for speaking out of shear ignorance. :D

All the best, Phil
 
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