Raccoon Hunting

The other day Cart was out mowing the lawn and our dog Tank kept jumping up and down at the bottom of our tree. This is nothing new, he does this all day to birds that are nesting in our trees. Carter didn't pay much attention to him, but then noticed he was acting more excited than usual.

The next thing I know Carter is calling through the house "Jord, come look QUICK!" I noticed he was more excited than normal. I came out and stood under the enormous tree in our front yard looking up at a HUGE raccoon that Tank had treed. It freaked me out a little bit cause I just kept thinking it was gonna jump down and attack all of us and give us all rabies. Those things can be mean!! But it didn't! Tank had scared it so bad that it just sat in a ball way high up in our tree.

Before I knew it Cart was back with his 22. There is something about m husband and guns that I will just never understand. His adrenaline was pumping and he was ready to get this raccoon down. He kept saying "Goo boy Tank! Goo Boy!!" Next thing I know I am standing in my jeep out the sun roof with the camera pointed towards Cart, but my eyes pointed towards the other direction. He wanted me to record him killing this thing. AWESOME!! Thanks for nothing!

And kill it he did! I think the school down the street had to call all the kids in from recess because the thought there was a murderer in town. The gun went off like 27 times. Now we had a dead raccoon in our tree with rigamortis setting in. 5 hours later Carter had to climb the tree and get the stiff raccoon out of the tree so it didn't stink up the universe. Carter was now not as tough without a gun in his hand and he kept asking me "It's dead right? It has to be dead! There is no way this thing could still be alive!"

He finally got it out an burried it! But look how honkin huge this sucker was! I'm glad I didn't see it alive cause if that thing bit a person, they would surely die! Thanks Tank and Carter for taking care of business out here in good old West Weber!