My Own Hillbilly Joke

Q: How do you know when you've become a true hillbilly?

A: When you bring a coon in a live trap to church.



Here's the story:

One of the guys at church...I will call him RR for convenience sake, is a rabid raccoon hunter. He has coon dogs and all the spotlights and gear and whatnot. Several months ago during coon season he went coon hunting over at the neighbor's place across the river but I don't think the dogs even found a coon to chase.

Hubby told him that we have LOTS of coons, so over the course of the past few months RR has been over coon hunting several times. We do have PLENTY of them. However, apparently we breed pretty clever coons because he and his buddies have never been able to tree a coon on our place. They head straight to their den trees and that's the end of that.

He has even come over the past couple of weeks in the off season. Now he loves to coon hunt and says he needs to train one of his dogs, but I think he is mostly bound and determined not to be defeated by our coons. haha...

However, even in off season he has been unable to tree a coon. So on Wednesday he brought a live trap and a PB&J sandwich and asked if we'd trap him one to use to train his dog with. I laughed and took it home and set it. Hubby didn't really want anything to do with it.

Well, the coon or coons ate the bait, said thanks (I suppose) and took off, leaving an empty trap.

Next night I tried again. Same thing.

Then RR and his son came back last night and set the trap yet again. BINGO! Got one. So hubby tossed it in back of the truck and I hauled it to church. (We go early for Sunday School, hubby comes later for regular church service.) RR puts it on a tarp in the back of their fancy vehicle.

What is so funny to me is the fact that after all this time of trying the only thing he can catch is a one-eyed coon in a live trap.

Well, maybe he can train this dog to actually be able to tree something for him.

Comments

Tonia said…
LOL A One eyed coon?? When we set the live trap for raccoons I use a tune can with nothing in it they dig around in the can trying to get it. They almost always flip the trap that way. I had them get into my chickens at the other place a lot. One was Huge!!
Funny Joke! Did you get my email?
May 2, 2010 at 3:44 PM
Calfkeeper said…
Tonia-AhHa! An empty tuna can. That would be great. Here they get into the calf feed bunks and water and make a nasty mess. Yes, I just sent an email back.
May 3, 2010 at 2:24 PM
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