I should have included in my last post: It was especially amusing as I had mounted the coon as one of my Northwestern School of Taxidermy projects(remember them in the magazines?!)and it was on the end of our long dinner table, teeth bared in a growl and with mis-aimed eyes that reminded me of a well-known comedian at the time... Marty something?? At some point my sister commented on how good the stew was and asked what it was made from.... I told her it was from my buddy glaring at her from the far end of the table and she stopped chewing and looked at it then put her hand over mouth and ran to bathroom to "toss her cookies"... or her coon to be more accurate, much to our amusement, of course. True story, that I remind her of at irregular intervals, most often during large family dinners to maximize the entertainment factor. It just wouldn't do to let someone forget such a pivotal experience in their life now would it? Little wonder she has a gun leaning in every corner of her house to keep the coons out of her chicken pen.... if you can't count on your family for support, who can you, eh?
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