So my wife gets home from work and said she saw a coon in the road and he wouldn't move. I told her he was probably rabid or sick, because it was still daylight and she said he wasn't acting scared.
Then we went over to the neighbors to drink a beer and exchange Christmas gifts. On the way back in our house the rabid bastard was stooped atop out front door step. We live in a subdivision full of city people so I can't just blast it with my pistol.
So we call the non-emergency line and a cop comes out. He was afraid to shoot it, because it was right against our house. I agreed. We came up with a plan that I'd whack it with a shovel while he covered me with his glock.
I connected right at the base of his skull with my shovel.
Then we went over to the neighbors to drink a beer and exchange Christmas gifts. On the way back in our house the rabid bastard was stooped atop out front door step. We live in a subdivision full of city people so I can't just blast it with my pistol.
So we call the non-emergency line and a cop comes out. He was afraid to shoot it, because it was right against our house. I agreed. We came up with a plan that I'd whack it with a shovel while he covered me with his glock.
I connected right at the base of his skull with my shovel.