Amy Caldwell, who lives in the Williamsburg Apartments, says it’s been going on since October.
“We don’t sleep much. They are very noisy, and it’s usually about the time the TVs are shut off and we’re all settled and all of a sudden here they come,” she said.
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And in case you're wondering about the post caption, here's an email I got from Wisco and posted back in July of 2014 on my old site:
As you may know (at least I know Kenny does) I have had an ongoing struggle with raccoons at my place. Lost a few chickens – actually was wiped out last year – and they eat corn and cat food (feed the barn cats – healthy ones kill more rodents; hell, had one a few years ago that took a weasel!)
Anyway…
When I go to feed around 3AM I always have a small flashlight and my Ruger .22 pistol. I walk down to the pig barn, clear the door and turn on the FL while bringing the gun up. Nothing for several months now; they’ve already come and gone. Hate to say it but you mentally fall into a routine where you don’t expect anything…
I had no reason to expect anything different this morning BUT when the FL went on there were raccoons every-fucking-where!!! Was like mice scattering all over the place. Brought the gun up and started shooting – I’ll admit that I couldn’t see the sights after the first two shots with the dust and shit flying (low ceiling and the building is 100 years old and I don’t dust pig barns) Side note: might be worth keeping in mind for what’s coming – most of us don’t shoot inside of older buildings…
One runs at me and over my boot out the door I came in. I turn with it to shoot and here comes a big old sow a charging in to see what’s all going on. Great time to find your slide is locked back… Only thing I can think of is to kick her. Now I’m wearing a pair of over sized rubber zip boots my wife bought for a buck fifty at a rummage sale; my guess they are about a size 30 – I take an 11… Basically it was like hitting her with a “Socker Bopper” and startled her more than anything. Pissed her off too. I turned back into the building to consider my options. I keep an old butcher knife stuck in a beam near the door (doesn’t everybody?) so I grabbed that (I already put the gun down) and stabbed one of the fuckers that was on a rail next to me. Since I wasn’t wearing gloves I rethought the knife as a weapon of choice and grabbed the Aluminum baseball bat I also keep by the door (OK I’ll admit there is shit like that in every building on the property – if you can’t find an implement of destruction you aren’t looking hard enough). GAME ON FUCKERS!!!!!!
Fight when inside and outside and back inside and outside. Final score: Dave 7, Team Raccoon 0. They are all dead and I have no damage I’m worried about. Picked up the bodies with a pitch fork and put them in a manure bucket and went on with my feeding. Left the wife a note suggesting she may not want to go down to the pig barn until I can, ahem, neaten things up a bit.
Always liked WiscoDave, now I'm a fan. Way to go dude.
ReplyDeleteStill don't like them.
ReplyDeleteKenny, didn't you have to show the judge this story when sammy and nervous holly dragged your ass to court? She was accusing you of being all racist, and shit. Hell, I KNOW that ain't true. you pretty much dislike everyone, though you've gotten a bit better with Lisa in your life.
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Yup, which is why I now refer to them as RACcoons to avoid confusion.
DeleteSo it's..."Guess The RACe" stories?
ReplyDeleteI'd have bought a ticket to see that
DeleteThe story from Wisco is STILL funny as hell. Similar story...I used a machete one time when I was coming in late to my family farm in my younger days. Heard a bunch of noise in the machinery shed where we keep a gravity wagon full of ear corn for the cows. Well I climbed up to take a look and there were RACcoons everywhere in it. Ever try to walk in a gravity wagon about half full of corn at 2:00 am after an evening at the bar? It's like walking on marbles with those little bastards stumbling all over themselves and you. Similar situation...looked for the closest weapon, a machete we keep on the quad for clearing trails. I quickly dispatched 5 of them. Only one got away.
ReplyDeleteSimilar story when I was a kid on the farm. Except it was a damn groundhog robbing our corn crib. I had my eye out for him and one morning he shows up on his way to munch out. So I ran in the house and got my dad's 38 police special. Got him leaving the crib between the eyes at about 40 yards.
DeleteRemember golden methrin is "cruel" but effective
ReplyDeleteMixed with cola. And yes it is effective.
DeleteMake hats was a fad when I was young in fifties. Fess Parker Davy crockett
ReplyDeleteHad one. With a name like "Dave" I heard the song a time or two... Hanging the tails off of the bicycles was also a thing.
DeleteAnyone have any advice for chipmunk colonies?
ReplyDelete5 gallon bucket ~2/3 filled with water, maybe a tad less. Pour a few inches of sunflower seeds on top of the water. Have a ramp, or some other way for them to get to the seeds. They fall in and drown.
DeleteI haven't done this personally (where I live the neighbors would have cops on me in about 5 minutes if I tried this) but a friend donw the road apiece, in Hopkinton, MA swears by this method.
DeleteGet a big-ass 55 gallon trashcan. Put in backyard and fill about a third full of water. Prop a good length of 2x4 up to make a ramp from ground to lip of trashcan. Float some peanuts on the surface of the water. Chipmunks run up 2x4, fall into water, and drown. She claims hubby was bagging 4-5 daily until the supply ran out.
Honestly, I have no idea why/how the chipmunks would know there are peanutty treats in the trashcan, but friend swears this works.
Man, a cat killed a weasel? Holy shit, but that must've been a well-experienced cat and maybe larger than usual (like, Maine Coon)? And a young, inexperienced weasel? A full-grown, experienced weasel ought to be able to take most cats pretty quickly. They're deadly fast predators that make most cats look like they're on `ludes. There's a reason even grizzly bears don't fuck with the largest of the weasel family -- the wolverine at the top of the page. I'm impressed!
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