Last night we killed a coon in what could have possibly been the worst place. I found him in a hard to reach place, then hubby came to shoot it, and now hes still there, only dead. One less coon to worry about eating my chickens, but now we have to figure out how to get him the heck out of there--YUK! He was in the poleshed, which houses the chicken coop on the far side of the shed.
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