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A coon story but not a boat one.
I had seen a treestand out in the swamp near my house. It looked over a good run that went to a high spot in the swamp where I had jumped a big buck several days before. Got there just enough light to see, ya I was a little late, climbed up and stuck my gun in the stand. With that a big coon stuck his head over the edge right in my face and scared the s$%^ out of me. I screamed and fell out of the tree. Now I'm on the ground, the coons in the tree and he's got my gun.
I get up and dust myself off and look around the tree to see that the coon had fallen or jumped out the other side. We looked at each other and he ambled off, I climbed the tree and got my gun. Went home that was enough excitement for one morning.
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