The Raccoon and the River

After weeks of chicken disappearances, we finally determined to set a trap. We had seen a raccoon late one evening, but we knew it was eating some old corn left in the barn, so we weren't convinced that it was also eating chickens. We were leaning towards a fox. And I halfway figured all we'd catch was one of our cats.

The first night we set the trap we didn't catch anything. The next night, we caught the coon!  Brandon had a dentist appointment early in the morning, so who do you think found the trapped rascal? Me, of course!

Don't be fooled by those eyes!

He was dreadfully adorable, so I had to get my neighbor to do the dirty work. (I did dispose of the body and clean out the trap, however...if that makes me any less of a sissy.)

Later that evening, we took PawPaw's boat to the river, and had a great time. 

Actually, we had a great adventure when a storm popped up on us. We had to "abandon ship" as Brady said due to lightning. Luckily, we weren't too far from Point Mallard golf course and walking trail, which runs right next to the river. We tied off to a tree, ran across the golf course, and took shelter at the bathroom on the 9th hole.

Taking shelter during the storm.

Even with the storm, not catching any fish, and melted ice cream sandwiches, we still had a blast and can't wait to do it again.