About 10 years ago my brother-in-law thought that he wanted to learn how to trap coons. Well, trying to be the gracious family outlaw that I am I said I would. At this time I was living in Texas.

I trapped up a slough in a lake that's called Hubbard Lake. It was late December and I had put out the traps with my
brother-in-law with me. I guess he had this idea that you use tuna or some kind of fish to trap coons. You can use that stuff if you like eating possum.

He was surprised to find out Twinkies and Suzy Q's work best. so anyway we go out the next morning in the boat, which was a tri-hull. first trap we came across had a big momma in it. Now this is where it gets queezy. We pull up to the bank and I get the baseball bat out. We walk up to the coon and I asked him if he wanted to kill her. The old coon just looked up at him with those big ole sad eye's and that did it. The mountain man in him started to leave.
he said he really didn't care to. so I thumped her on the back of the head and that was that.

We get in the boat and I put the coon on the floor between
the two seats. I was kind of bored so I got to thinking about that worm just standing in front of the coon. Now I didn't think that this ole boy was going to freak out as bad as he did or else I probably wouldn't have done this.

Were going down to the next set when all of a sudden I started screaming, "oh crap she's alive! she's alive!" Well now this guy doesn't turn to look to see what's going on, he got so scared he just stands there running in place. When his feet finally took off he goes straight over the boat and into the water. Now that water must of been pretty cold because when he finally came up he didn't say a word, he just kept sucking a lot of air. I got him back in the
boat and needless to say he didn't want to go check the other traps or hunt coons with me anymore. One of the better trips that I've had. He never did go with me anywhere anymore.

Rick Craig