I decided to take a walk this morning, since it quit raining. My old dog Jack as company, and the cell phone that my wife insists I have at all times. When I rounded the corner of the tractor shed, Jack is raising heck, and a freaking coon boils out from under some old lumber stacked there. The fight was on. I could not get a shot for fear of hitting Jack. The old hound finaly got a strangle hold on the coon and shook the thing to death, then I shot it with the Buckmark for good measure. Funny how something that lasts probably less than a minute seems like a day. I called the animal warden, he picked up the coon, and I took Jack to the vet. He got chewed up a bit, and his shots are current. They cleaned him up, gave him a booster shot, and told me to keep him in for 15 days, and watch him. I didn't handle Jack or the coon. Already took a shower. Rabies scare the piss outta me. Now I have to wait for a lab report. Reminds a man how fortunate he is to have a good hound, and a firearm.