I am a treeing Walker coonhound... I was trained to hunt raccoons... at night. I haven't hunted since moving to Maine February of 2010. I haven't scented any either... until this summer. There's been a raccoon across the street in the neighbor's garden... and he's come around on Wednesday nights a couple of times because it's trash collection day.
Last night he was around - I could smell him! I was restless and kept trying to get my folks to take me out... but all they'd let me do was go to the backyard to pee. I humored them and peed but I wanted to go look for that coon - chase him a bit before I got him up a tree!
I howled and kept my folks awake all night! My poor dad had to get up at 3:30 to go to work... but I needed to catch that raccoon!
I did this to my folks a couple of weeks ago and did the same thing to my auntie in July. Now they know the raccoon was around! Dad suspected it was a raccoon because when he took me out at 1 a.m. this morning, I was pointing. He told my mom, and mom saw the poor little fella on the side of the road across the street early this afternoon - he was hit by a car.
I didn't get to run after him... I'm sad about that. And there will be peace for my folks for a while... unless there are more...
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