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With an exploded coon population and zero liking for them there's nothing more therapeutic than sitting amongst the pines and spruce in my favorite bush chair near the pond. A mild breeze out of the south cuts through the heat and keeps the mosquitos away...it's just enough wind to rustle the leaves and deaden any noise foreign to the coon, like the click of the safety latch on my .22 Marlin.

Had a group of 5 come in right around 2.00am. Scanning the bush line with my jack-light configuration I can see every coon perfectly through the scope and every one of them are in the crosshairs.

Out of the 5, 3 were unlucky, all terminated with CCI .22 Shorts at a distance of 60 and 75 ft. One coon took a profile shot with the bullet whacking him just behind the front left shoulder. That bullet passed right through that pest and exited the opposite side with chunks of lung following...that coon was dead before the sound left the barrel.

It's 7.00am right now and the crows are making a lot of noise out there as they flock in and check out the blood stained ground littered with chunks of coon lung and fur...and no doubt those crows will find some brain bits too after one stinking coon violently intercepted a rnd with it's temple lobe...silly coon.
The 3rd coon kill was nothing spectacular, just a "center mass" shot followed by a lot of squeals, grunting, growling and torn up ground.

All in all the coon population dropped by 3 today...now it's time for a snooze.