The Gun Blogs

Yesterdays raccoon is an empty shell in the corner of the pasture. The heat and the Turkey Vultures did their work. Not much left except skin and bones. No smell.

The trap is empty today. And sprung. They refused to go inside and dug the catfood out from underneath it.

Raccoons can LEARN...and in this they seem much smarter than Republican Congressmen.

I rebaited and set it with LOTS of corn and catfood. I moved it where it's not sitting on easily diggable duff. My first reaction will be to move it to the other feeder site. Then I will try leg-hold traps. I'm going to learn too.

Cut fallen treetops and picked up the unending rain of twigs in the yard. I fired up the burn pile and fed it for a couple of hours. Fed the geese. The yard and lot is full of holes where armadillos have dug out turtle eggs. There was even a big divot on the sandy beach next to the boathouse with turtle eggshells floating in the waters edge. I don't know if those hatched and fled or if I am looking at the remains of more coon-work.

I'm enduring a environmental change of some sort. Pine trees that are 40-50 years old are dying and falling. They are about 80 feet tall, so its a mess as they come down one or two a year. I bet when the indians lived on this ridge they had it picked clean of every twig while keeping the village fires going. Now it's just me and my loppers and saw.

One camera runs well and the other one is basically a waste of battery time. They are both Moultries. The good one- with 195 photos, shows a young buck just growing horns. Looks like a really bad rack and late to be growing. His face shows such definition that I think he is over the 2 1/2 year mark. Haven't seen the big one in velvet on the cams the last week.