This morning marked the end of the Coon Wars. The last casualty was a grown male who was suckered into the Hav-A-Hart by marshmallows. I had to walk over to the neighbors to borrow a firearm since I had left my ancient Mark 1 at home. The neighbor had a .22 Ruger Single Six. The body is in the clean-up zone for the Black Vultures.
I had caught the opossum three times- enough so that he was getting used to me dumping him out of the trap and putting him on the same log. He's going to get a name if he shows up again.
I reset the trap with marshmallows. Tomorrow I will check and see what's around. The deer can handle two or three coons under a feeder, but six or eight seems to keep them away. Three down. Might go to four, but basically, the raccoon war is over.
