Just wanted to share a little story that happened to me last fall. It does involve a raccoon dying, so if that offends you , you can stop reading now. Last October, I had been having problems with raccoons getting into our garbage and into the dog food. I have about 13 acres, of which 10 is wooded. I have a trail camera and would sometimes notice 7 or 8 raccoons at one time. I knew I had to reduce the population, if I hoped to get chickens. I set out live traps and was able to get 4 which I quickly disposed of. I still hoped to get rid of a few more. I was out bow hunting for deer one evening in the woods behind the house. I was about 30 feet up a tree in a hang on stand with ladder steps going up the tree. It was just about dark, and I was getting ready to get down, when I hear something coming down the hill. I waited and noticed a big raccoon that was headed towards my house. I pull back and when it got about 15 yards away, let an arrow fly. It hit it right in the mid-section. It starts growling and runs straight to the tree I was in. It paced at the base of the tree for about 10 seconds, and then starts climbing the ladder steps up towards my stand. All I could hear over my own cussing was a very ticked off coon growling. I only had one arrow left, and was debating whether to shoot it or use it as a poker, when it got close. The only way I had out of that tree besides a 30 foot jump, was down the ladder. I looked again, and noticed the raccoon was only about 3 feet from my treestand. I can still picture in my mind the snarl on his face, and his teeth glistening in the light of the full moon. I decided to use the arrow to poke him if needed and kick him out of the tree if that didn't work. He got to about a foot away from the treestand, and I was ready to start poking, when I noticed he stopped and the growling was becoming slower. He sat there for about 5 seconds looking at me, and then let go and fell 29 feet back to the ground. (the beginning of Ace Ventura 2 came to mind) I sat there for a few minutes collecting my breath and checking out the new lump in the back of my shorts. Eventually, I started to climb down the ladder, and noticed that it was covered in raccoon blood. I ended up throwing the gloves I had away. I don't know why he came up the tree. Whether he was just trying to "get away" or whether he was intentionally coming after me. With the noise I was making as he was coming up the tree, I tend to believe the latter.