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Crick Coon

crick coon

The stream runs in a soft trickle over the sandstone. It doesn’t babble like any old New England brook. This is an Appalachian creek, best pronounced “crick” for the little crickety sound that it makes as it journeys down the hollow.

The minnows and crayfish dart among the stones. No bass or crappie or walleye or sauger can make its way this far up in the hills. The shallow water is a refuge from the predatory fish, and thus the little fish and “crawlcrabs” are safe from those predatory lips.

But when night falls in the hollow, the shallow water’s security features become a pretty bad liability.

In the veil of darkness, the old boar ‘coon that dens in the old white oak that has grown thick and strong on a little rise on the creek bank is leaves his day rest and saunters down to the water.

He has done this maneuver many times, and he knows which holes hold the most minnows and crayfish.  So he doesn’t go splashing the water like a maniac. He goes deliberately, wetting his feet only when he knows he is likely to put his hand-like paws into the water and catch a little midnight snack.

He finds his first hole and wades into the trickle of water. He reaches his forepaws into the creek, feeling and feeling with his fingers for the quarry.

Five minutes of feeling around and a big crayfish falls into his hands. The raccoon savors his nice little meal and then thrusts his paws back into the water.  He catches a minnow.  He devours it.

The old boar comes to hand fish in the creek every night, except for those days of frigid winter, when the ice clogs up the creek and all wise raccoons stay up in their tree dens.

In late winter, the scent of estrus from the sow raccoons draws him to wander and occasionally wage war on the other boars that come calling, and in the autumn, he mixes up his seafood dinners with a few corn patch raids and sorties through the oak lots for acorns.

And in summer, when the wild raspberries grow black on the thorn bushes, he goes slinking along the berry patches, filling his jaws with a little sweet fruit of the land.

But he is a crick coon by trade. He knows the crayfish and the minnows, and when the rains fill the creek bed and allow the odd sucker or redhorse to come swimming up his way, he tries his hand at catching a few of those, too.

Maybe he’ll get caught raiding a corn patch someday.  Or maybe the baying hounds will tree him. Or maybe an upstart young boar will fill the creek bank with enough upper cuts and growling churrs to topple the old man.

But for now, the old boar will hold his own along the trickling crick.  The snow will fall, and the summer heat will swelter.

But his night will be spent on the quest for minnows and crayfish. His kind is named Procyon, perhaps for the star that shines brightly above him on those clear nights when the barred owl’s calls are clear and piercing and the moon casts silver beams upon the skeleton trees.

He never looks up though.  The stars and their courses mean little to a beast that goes nose down sniffing the creek banks.  Feeling hands and quivering nose are how he makes his way in the world.

And he does it well.





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This week’s trail cam feature.

raccoon selfie

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Even in a container with a sealed lid.  Some animals have hands.


If you look closely, you can see that the raccoon is female. You can see her teats in exactly the same place you’d find them on a dog.

Another use for the trail cam has been discovered.



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Intelligent “dog with hands” versus primitive (and quite stupid) marsupial:


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The raccoon that left this track was probably hunting for frogs in the deep mud puddles that have appeared in the ruts of this well-tending road.

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My uncle (Willie’s dad) is in Mexico this week.

He just sent me these photos of a captive tejón, which is better known as a white-faced coati (Nasua narica).  These animals are social members of the raccoon family (Procyonidae). There are four species that range from the southwestern US to Argentina.  The white-nosed coati is the one most widespread in Mexico and Central America, and it is the one you’ll find in the United States. There is also an escaped colony of ten South American coatis (Nasua nasua) in Cumbria in Northern England.

These animals are in the raccoon family, but they do look a lot like Eurasian badgers.

When the Spanish came into Mexico, they thought coatis were badgers.  Tejón is Spanish for badger.

Mexico also has American badgers, so the name does get somewhat confusing.

"Let me out!"



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montauk monster I

In a story that gets stranger and stranger, the truth about the first Montauk Monster has finally been revealed.

It was a dead raccoon.

A man has told the blogger Drew Grant that he and his friends were walking on the beach when they came across the animal. They took photographs, and they put the raccoon an inflatable raft, set it on fire, and pushed it out into the waves. In the US culture, this is called a Viking funeral, for it is believed that the Norse disposed of their dead in this way. However, I don’t think they used ships to do ceremonial cremations. They did bury people in ships.

Of course, the man was with his young friends, and they were doing the young male thing on the beach.

“In the interest of full disclosure…this did happen shortly after a waterboarding endurance competition, and just before a clothespins-on-your-genitals challenge.”

I think that says it all.

Two weeks later, the raccoon washed up on the beach, and a media sensation was born. After having its fur singed off from the “Viking funeral” and rotting in the ocean for two weeks, the disgusting animal washed ashore, looking very little like the raccoon that it once was.

So the first Montauk Monster is now residing in Valhalla.

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Here's a raccoon skull. Please compare it with the photos of the Montauk Monster II.

Here's a raccoon skull. Please compare it with the photos of the Montauk Monster II.

An albino raccoon that looks a lot like an unusual white dog was trapped in Chetek, Wisconsin.

NYC has issued a warning about raccoon feces. Raccoons carry a unique roundworm, Baylisascaris procyonis. This roundworm can cause nerve damage or even death. A teenager in New York has been blinded and an infant as suffered brain damaged because of the roundworm.

I find all of these raccoon stories far more interesting than the conspiracy theories about the putrid raccoon remains that have washed up on Long Island.

However, they aren’t nearly as funny.

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Darren Naish opines.

And, independent of each other, he and I came up with notion of comparing the dentition using the skulls of known animals. His analysis was posted yesterday at 6:04 A.M yesterday, while mine was posted around noon yesterday.

But it’s an effing raccoon.

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