Woody
Founder - Gone but not forgotten.
This is a post I made "BC". -- Before the crash!
Seems I had saved it in a folder
--- hopefully some of the new members will enjoy it.
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I came off stand this morning at ten since I wanted to hit a plot with some triple 17.
As I began spreading the fertilizer.---- I suddenly heard a sound that seemed like a cross between a woman screaming and a baby crying uncontrollably -- the sound was coming from a creek in the cutover that has very steep banks about 50 yards from me. -- Instead of finally stopping, the screaming/crying sound only got louder and more desperate.
I finally slid my Ruger out of the case and started crawling/walking through the vines and briars trying to get near the creek. --- I finally made it to the edge and after looking up and down the creek, I could see ripples coming from behind a big log 40 feet to my left. (The screaming ain't let up at all).
After sliding down the soft bank on one knee, I started wading toward the ripples with my rifle raised as the screams became even louder. ----- When I finally got to where I could see over the log, I could tell it was something having a meal and suddenly the absolutely, biggest Bobcat I have ever seen in my life bolted out and up the other side. All I could do was stand there with my mouth open because of the size. -- Believe me, I have seen some large BC's. --- Ain't never seen one close to this one.
Anyhow, I looked over the log to see what he had been dining on and to my amazement ----- it was a full grown Raccoon. -- It was a pitiful site. - He finally quit screaming and even though a portion of his body was gone and the rest ripped all over, he managed to crawl up on a log and calm down.
No doubt he died after I left and the Bobcat returned so I guess the cycle is complete with one dying so that another can live. -- Sometimes it seems extra cruel though.
I had always figured a Raccoon could hold it's own against the Devil himself.
Seems I had saved it in a folder
--- hopefully some of the new members will enjoy it.__________________________________________
I came off stand this morning at ten since I wanted to hit a plot with some triple 17.
As I began spreading the fertilizer.---- I suddenly heard a sound that seemed like a cross between a woman screaming and a baby crying uncontrollably -- the sound was coming from a creek in the cutover that has very steep banks about 50 yards from me. -- Instead of finally stopping, the screaming/crying sound only got louder and more desperate.
I finally slid my Ruger out of the case and started crawling/walking through the vines and briars trying to get near the creek. --- I finally made it to the edge and after looking up and down the creek, I could see ripples coming from behind a big log 40 feet to my left. (The screaming ain't let up at all).
After sliding down the soft bank on one knee, I started wading toward the ripples with my rifle raised as the screams became even louder. ----- When I finally got to where I could see over the log, I could tell it was something having a meal and suddenly the absolutely, biggest Bobcat I have ever seen in my life bolted out and up the other side. All I could do was stand there with my mouth open because of the size. -- Believe me, I have seen some large BC's. --- Ain't never seen one close to this one.
Anyhow, I looked over the log to see what he had been dining on and to my amazement ----- it was a full grown Raccoon. -- It was a pitiful site. - He finally quit screaming and even though a portion of his body was gone and the rest ripped all over, he managed to crawl up on a log and calm down.
No doubt he died after I left and the Bobcat returned so I guess the cycle is complete with one dying so that another can live. -- Sometimes it seems extra cruel though.
I had always figured a Raccoon could hold it's own against the Devil himself.
