Re: Country Life
Years ago, I had a groundhog make a nice home under our patio and I could not catch Phil for the life of me. An older gentleman in the neighborhood that we referred to as Trapper Jack offered to trap him, as long as I wasn't skittish about the groundhog's fate. He also warned me that a few other animals might be trapped before we caught Phil. Three opossums, one skunk and two raccoons later, Phil was nabbed. In terms of the raccoons, Jack claimed that they would return if he didn't take them at least five miles away and his plan was to take them one mile away and send them to raccoon heaven. I remember one night, hearing the trap clanging, I looked outside and a raccoon the size of a bear cub was doing his best to destroy the trap.
rw saunders
hey, how lucky can one man get.
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