I stepped out of the RV to pee around 4:00 am and since it was too dark to read while I stood there pondering life to pass the time. Tried to anticipate whether, late as it was, I’d be able to get back to sleep, or should I come indoors and do some work on the computer I’d been putting off doing.
So when I finished I’d decided to go up to the cabin and get some coffee, maybe do the comp thing. But I noticed the wind had blown over a chair where I’d left a pinch bar and it was on the ground. Picked it up and headed for the cabin porch.
Suddenly I was proud to have the pinchbar because one of the bigger coons I’ve ever encountered met me at the head of the steps, teeth bared. I leaned backward to begin a step and the coon leaned forward suggesting he/she’d be following while I reared the pinchbar back to strike if needed.
Coon came down the top step with its front legs looking me straight in the eye when I spang hit it with the pinchbar and knocked it backward onto the porch. This was beginning to tick me off.
I came up the first step while the coon turned around to face me again baring teeth and sort of whine/growling, not much of a pause before it came fast and I whacked hell out of it again upside the head.
Stunned it enough to give me time to think a moment and decide I wasn’t crazy about how this was all going, so as the coon struggled up and turned to face me I hit it again, this time with all the force I could muster. Took it down again, but not dead, not unconscious.
So I stepped into the cabin and dragged out a .22 pistol inside the door, turned back around just in time to have the coon turning on me again.
Lousy way to start a day.