maleficent

Story from my life in new hampshire.. story relayed to me by a colleague...

Recently, a colleague had what appeared to be a rabid looking raccoon that wouldn't leave their driveway area. Colleague has 2 smallish children, 1 cat and 2 dogs, so really didn't want this critter hanging around. Loud noises didn't scare it off... He's not a nh native so he did what most people woudl do..> Called the police department (not 911) for animal control to come get this beast.

the police told him to take his gun (Gotta love the police in the live free or die state) go out and shoot the raccoon, put it in a hefty bag,a nd someone woudl pick it up later that afternoon.
My colleague insisted that he couldn't do that,a nd could they please send someone to pick up the animal.
Police said that they were busy and got pretty belligerent and told him several times to just shoot the damn thing.
Now my colleague was trying to avoid the fact that he's the only person in the state of new hampshire that doesn't have an arsenal of weapons in the house.. tried one last time to get someone to come so he doesn't have to say he's gunless...
Police called him some rather unflattering (liberalesque) name... and told him to be a man (i think they questioned his sexual proclivity too)and just go shoot the coon... it was just a coon, it had no feelings blah blah blah...

Colleague finally admitted to not owning a gun -not 10 minutes later the cruiser showed up - shot the raccoon and life was happy again... but not for the raccoon...
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IN high school, I was coming home from some after school activity in winter... it was pretty dark and we lived in a pretty rustic area - a big huge deer jumped in front of me-- and i couldn't stop in time... did a good job on the deer, but two bullets into the deer finished it off.. I will enver forget the officer asking me if i wanted the deer after it was dead.. I'm sure the antlers are on someone's wall..

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