Runningboar, how about bobcat, do you know a good way to cook them? I tried grilling one over a fire with salt and pepper last fall, but it was like eating a really stringy tire. Other than that, it just tasted like squirrel.
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Runningboar, how about bobcat, do you know a good way to cook them? I tried grilling one over a fire with salt and pepper last fall, but it was like eating a really stringy tire. Other than that, it just tasted like squirrel.
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If it tasted like squirrel what are you griping about, squirrel pot pie is a staple in my house.
I have never eaten bobcat but I would say pressure cook until tender, then if it taste like squirrel either bread and fry, make dumplings or pot pie, those are my favorites. Chris
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ROFLMAO!!!
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Around here, the skunks hang out with the stray cats, and the racoons snarl at both -- until skunk starts that little dance they do. 
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Around here, the skunks hang out with the stray cats, and the racoons snarl at both -- until skunk starts that little dance they do.
My dog just got sprayed 2 weeks ago by one of those! He still smells a bit when I walk by him, so I just play with my knife and cat until he stop stinking.
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Yall want to hear a survival story, this is a true survival story.
I started coon hunting with my grandfather and his best friend, a man named Earl Wiggins when I was about 10 years old. My grandfather was known to have the best coon hounds in Graham Co, NC, he had a redbone named Troop that for some reason, known only to him, hated skunks with a passion, he was a hell of a tree dog but would kill every skunk he could find. We went hunting one night and it was a cool wet night probably about 45 degrees and everything was dripping wet. Troop caught a skunk and killed it and I believe the other three dogs rolled in it after he killed it, being the good dog he his he brought it back to us, you have to be there to truly appreciate the aroma of a fresh sprayed dog much less 4. We hunted the rest of the night and I really don't remember if we got anything, it was 30 years ago afterall.
Papaw had an old fullsize jeep pickup with a homemade camper shell that he carried the dogs in. We finished our hunt and loaded the dogs up in the back of the truck, me being the smallest I had to ride in the middle with papaw and Earl's Hills bros coffee can half full of rancid skoal spit betwwen my legs. It was so warm and humid that the truck windows kept fogging so papaw was running the defroster full blast and it was at least 110 in the cab of the truck. Between the smell of the sprayed skunks and the skoal spit, in the hot cab of the truck with everything smelling of fresh skunk I have no idea how many times I wretched and swallowed it back down on that twisty mountain road. Papaw and Earl were very amused at my discomfort and I think that ride was as close to hell as I have ever been. If you truly want to experience survival in the rawest form ride 45 minutes in the situation I just described, if you make through it I think you can handle about anything. :barf: Chris
I started coon hunting with my grandfather and his best friend, a man named Earl Wiggins when I was about 10 years old. My grandfather was known to have the best coon hounds in Graham Co, NC, he had a redbone named Troop that for some reason, known only to him, hated skunks with a passion, he was a hell of a tree dog but would kill every skunk he could find. We went hunting one night and it was a cool wet night probably about 45 degrees and everything was dripping wet. Troop caught a skunk and killed it and I believe the other three dogs rolled in it after he killed it, being the good dog he his he brought it back to us, you have to be there to truly appreciate the aroma of a fresh sprayed dog much less 4. We hunted the rest of the night and I really don't remember if we got anything, it was 30 years ago afterall.
Papaw had an old fullsize jeep pickup with a homemade camper shell that he carried the dogs in. We finished our hunt and loaded the dogs up in the back of the truck, me being the smallest I had to ride in the middle with papaw and Earl's Hills bros coffee can half full of rancid skoal spit betwwen my legs. It was so warm and humid that the truck windows kept fogging so papaw was running the defroster full blast and it was at least 110 in the cab of the truck. Between the smell of the sprayed skunks and the skoal spit, in the hot cab of the truck with everything smelling of fresh skunk I have no idea how many times I wretched and swallowed it back down on that twisty mountain road. Papaw and Earl were very amused at my discomfort and I think that ride was as close to hell as I have ever been. If you truly want to experience survival in the rawest form ride 45 minutes in the situation I just described, if you make through it I think you can handle about anything. :barf: Chris
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LOL! That's much worse than when my dog found a jar of year old caryfish and river mud under the deck when I was a kid.
My dog is current banned from my girlfriend's car until he smells better. The problem is that he keeps rubbing his fur on the seat of truck, so the smell goes back and forth between them.
PS - those skull removal stuff don't work!
My dog is current banned from my girlfriend's car until he smells better. The problem is that he keeps rubbing his fur on the seat of truck, so the smell goes back and forth between them.
PS - those skull removal stuff don't work!
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There's a bunch of them around the beach campsites at Cape Alava in the Olympic National Park. They are brave and a royal pain. Bear cans are required and I'm sure it's more for the racoons as they are for bears. The lil' monsters will steal stuff in broad daylight. My daughter suprised me with her accuracy with a rock-- a few raccoons too 
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I have three things to add to this thread.
1. I like raccoons. They are too cute for me to hurt. I know, I am a big softy. I have three living in my crawlspace and I just can't kick them out. They are almost like pets, except I never see them, or feed them. So actually they are more like nieces or nephews. I know I should get rid of them, but...this is their home. I would feel like Cyril Sneer. (a very small percentage of you will get that reference.)
2. I have an aunt with a raccoon phobia. She is afraid of "their humpy backs, and thick legs with little hands." She will go pale at the mention of raccoons.
3. Skunk story: when I moved into this house, I had posession of it a month before my old place ran out, so I was moving stuff down a stationwagon load at a time. The wagon is from 1964 so lacking most modern comforts (although it does have a very solid 283 motor. Great motors them) Anyway, I had just brought down a load of stuff, it was 11 pm, and I had to work at 7 the next morning. I was just getting ready to go when my dog went all twitchy. She bolted out of the door and I followed her outside, and saw her shaking the life out of a frantically spraying skunk. I reached into the fray (sprayed in the face and neck, of course) and grabbed the dog by the scruff, and hauled her out, snapping and snarling. The skunk was off like a rocket, apparently not to hurt to move. But now here I am:
11 at night
reeking of skunk
middle of winter
nothing to wash with
1.5 hour drive home
dog is SOAKED with skunk spray
I drove home with the dog in the back of the wagon, all windows down, freezing my ass off, got home just before one, came in as quietly as I could, and immediately woke the girlfriend three rooms away with the smell. I climbed into the shower with the dog and washed until we ran out of hot water. Got two hours sleep, drove to work, walked in, and everyone just started gagging.
I still feel for the guy who had to ride in the truck with me that day, even though he never spoke to me again.
1. I like raccoons. They are too cute for me to hurt. I know, I am a big softy. I have three living in my crawlspace and I just can't kick them out. They are almost like pets, except I never see them, or feed them. So actually they are more like nieces or nephews. I know I should get rid of them, but...this is their home. I would feel like Cyril Sneer. (a very small percentage of you will get that reference.)
2. I have an aunt with a raccoon phobia. She is afraid of "their humpy backs, and thick legs with little hands." She will go pale at the mention of raccoons.
3. Skunk story: when I moved into this house, I had posession of it a month before my old place ran out, so I was moving stuff down a stationwagon load at a time. The wagon is from 1964 so lacking most modern comforts (although it does have a very solid 283 motor. Great motors them) Anyway, I had just brought down a load of stuff, it was 11 pm, and I had to work at 7 the next morning. I was just getting ready to go when my dog went all twitchy. She bolted out of the door and I followed her outside, and saw her shaking the life out of a frantically spraying skunk. I reached into the fray (sprayed in the face and neck, of course) and grabbed the dog by the scruff, and hauled her out, snapping and snarling. The skunk was off like a rocket, apparently not to hurt to move. But now here I am:
11 at night
reeking of skunk
middle of winter
nothing to wash with
1.5 hour drive home
dog is SOAKED with skunk spray
I drove home with the dog in the back of the wagon, all windows down, freezing my ass off, got home just before one, came in as quietly as I could, and immediately woke the girlfriend three rooms away with the smell. I climbed into the shower with the dog and washed until we ran out of hot water. Got two hours sleep, drove to work, walked in, and everyone just started gagging.
I still feel for the guy who had to ride in the truck with me that day, even though he never spoke to me again.
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I've gone rounds with coons 'round here myself. Have grown to respect and revile them at the same time. They sure can take a lot of killin'.
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Great photos, like always! That last photo is quite looks like the little guy is curious about the phototaker.