A raccoon hunter and his son grabbed their shotguns one morning, let their bloodhounds out of the kennel, and set out across the woods behind their house. Suddenly, they saw a raccoon scurry across the trail, and begin climbing a nearby tree. Both hunters raised their weapons, but the furry creature continued to elude them.
Finally, the older man decided to do something he’d only done
a couple of times in the past. Strapping the shotgun over his shoulder, he
began climbing the tree. And now, he managed to get within a few feet of the
raccoon, and raised his 12 gauge.
Suddenly, the little beast sprang on Mr. Johnson’s back, and
began clawing him, and cutting through his shirt and flesh “something fierce.”
And as the fearless hunter attempted to remove the creature from his back, choking
and boxing the ferocious creature, the man was increasingly the worse for wear.
Thus, he did the first and only thing which he could think of at the time.
He screamed for all he was worth.
“Son, shoot up here in the tree.”
Jacob could hardly believe his father would say such a thing.
“Dad, I can’t do that! I’m bound to hit you with buckshot.”
Now, his father screamed again.
“Jacob, I said shoot up here in this tree! One of us needs
some relief!”
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