That must've been a pretty healthy sized 'coon o_o

Very cool.

That raccoon may very well be dead by now (I don't know from raccoon life expectancy but this WAS going on 13 years ago) but a little piece of him will be around forever. Very nice.

The good thing about it is that the raccoon, (Mr. or Ms.) had a fully actualized raccoon day every time the sun came up. Wouldn't it be great to live like that? I look at the cats slinkin*' through the house, and that's what goes through my mind.


* If they were president, they'd be Abraham Slinkin'

Good thinking! Not often you get to capture something like this. Awesome.

Oh that's cool, I use to do stuff like this when i was in the Boy Scouts...

Hahahaha...me too, right?

Here in north Texas, there's an outdoor learning center (this was in '75) and a little guy came out to officially open it and so on--it was Ross Perot, of all people. The little dude has actually done some good in this world, it seems. Anyway we got plaster and shit and went out to make casts of tracks, leaves, and other woodsy shit. Azle, Texas got a foot of rain that night—it was the 100-year rain or something.

Boy Scouts would have been really great for me if I'd gotten into it at age 15 or so. At 11, I just wasn't ready for the GO GET 'EM spirit of my troop (troop? Are we baboons?) anyway, the other guys spent their time smoking pot and being inbred rednecks, the scoutmaster was the neighborhood guy whose house was filled with piles of hardcore magazines.

It sounds bad when I say it, but I really sympathize with this forward-looking, porn-collecting & alcohol-saturated approach to scouting. The problem was that he had a double standard, which could be expressed as “you go get the merit badges, I’ll drink Schlitz and look at Hustler.” I would have respected him if it was more like “let’s do the work, and then I’ll introduce you to the mysteries of Hustler (and booze).” I’m fortunate, I suppose, in that nobody once attempted to plook my 11-year-old self, or even brought up the subject. I had no idea at that time that sex existed other than for procreation, and had never once heard of faggotry—not once.

Well, these days scoutmasters aren’t even allowed in the bathroom without another adult to observe them (this itself presents opportunities for Pedobear tag team action).

Wow, we had it good then the one Scout leader use to drink the first night of an event, but was always there if someone needed help, and the guys were normal fo 11 to 13 year olds, and later turned a couple of te guys were gay, but they were the better in thier knowledge of Scouting and Scouts., and no one knew or cared..
it seemed to rain us out everyother campout, but it was fun up until it was more to programming us and less about camping and hiking then it got to be a drag...