Yeah, I keep telling myself that it was a coon. But I would think that I would have heard something. It was a pretty big jar for a coon to wrestle around silently. Besides, it it was more than one coon, I would have heard them fighting over it. All I know is that there is something there that wasn't there when I was a boy. Nothing ever howled like this thing does, and there is a musky odor sometimes that I don't recognize. I would think that I would have found tracks by now, but I haven't. I'm not afraid of it, whatever it is, and I don't want it to be afraid of me. I enjoy my time goofing off in the woods and this just adds a little mystery.
Yeah, I keep telling myself that it was a coon. But I would think that I would have heard something. It was a pretty big jar for a coon to wrestle around silently. Besides, it it was more than one coon, I would have heard them fighting over it. All I know is that there is something there that wasn't there when I was a boy. Nothing ever howled like this thing does, and there is a musky odor sometimes that I don't recognize. I would think that I would have found tracks by now, but I haven't. I'm not afraid of it, whatever it is, and I don't want it to be afraid of me. I enjoy my time goofing off in the woods and this just adds a little mystery.
It's a hobo. Congrats, a squatter has moved in.
It's a hobo. Congrats, a squatter has moved in.
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