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<blockquote data-quote="Twisted" data-source="post: 1843862" data-attributes="member: 43517"><p>I hate to resurrect an old thread but I wasn't around when it was being written. I'm not begging for any sympathy here, I did what I needed to do, but If it wasn't for trapping and coon hunting through the 80's, I couldn't have raised my family. I worked 2 jobs, ran a trapline, and coon hunted nearly every night. My daughter's prescription medicine at the time took every dime that I made at one of those jobs. Prices for furs were good then, $40 for a coon hide over 35 inches (measured from the base of the tail to his nose), but inflation was extremely high as well so everything else got what extra I could make. I never threw away a coon carcass, if my family didn't eat it, they were sold to customers who always knew I had them and yes you had to leave one foot on them but I left all 4 as the fur buyers didn't buy the feet and it took time I usually didn't have to take them off. If you didn't know, a coon will fit perfectly into a bread sack, they didn't make freezer bags for whole coons.</p><p></p><p>I caught all kinds of critters while trapping, stray domestic dogs too. I never killed a dog, though it did cross my mind a time or 2, They were a PITA (pun intended) to get out of a trap without getting bitten and took more time than I usually had to do it, but I always released them, I won't say unharmed as I really don't know because they were as we say "Gittin some yonder" when they left there. I still carry great memories of coon hunts with other guys, family, and by myself which I did a lot. I could tell stories for hours and not tell them all. I still have my carbide lights from when I started; by the time I quit, I had bought a fancy battery light. It was used, but so much better than the carbide, and not near as dangerous as stumbling around in the woods with a gas bomb strapped on your forehead. I think that I still have a can of carbide as well, used to buy it from a local Chinaman who ran a jewelry store. A true business man with a jewelry store in the front, lawnmowers and shotguns in the back room.</p><p></p><p>The secret to cooking a coon is to get all of the lymph nodes out of the meat before you cook it. Us country folks call them kernels, best I remember there are 12 in all, some around the neck and tail will come off with the pelt but you have to separate the muscle of the legs to find them there. I have eaten all kinds of critters mainly on hunts and excursions I went on as a kid with my dad but there were some that were served at the family dinner table. All are memories now as my younger kids had it much better than my older kids, I have 5 (14 grandkids, yeah now I'm bragging}, but not to hear them tell it. To me, the older ones have better stories to tell.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Twisted, post: 1843862, member: 43517"] I hate to resurrect an old thread but I wasn't around when it was being written. I'm not begging for any sympathy here, I did what I needed to do, but If it wasn't for trapping and coon hunting through the 80's, I couldn't have raised my family. I worked 2 jobs, ran a trapline, and coon hunted nearly every night. My daughter's prescription medicine at the time took every dime that I made at one of those jobs. Prices for furs were good then, $40 for a coon hide over 35 inches (measured from the base of the tail to his nose), but inflation was extremely high as well so everything else got what extra I could make. I never threw away a coon carcass, if my family didn't eat it, they were sold to customers who always knew I had them and yes you had to leave one foot on them but I left all 4 as the fur buyers didn't buy the feet and it took time I usually didn't have to take them off. If you didn't know, a coon will fit perfectly into a bread sack, they didn't make freezer bags for whole coons. I caught all kinds of critters while trapping, stray domestic dogs too. I never killed a dog, though it did cross my mind a time or 2, They were a PITA (pun intended) to get out of a trap without getting bitten and took more time than I usually had to do it, but I always released them, I won't say unharmed as I really don't know because they were as we say "Gittin some yonder" when they left there. I still carry great memories of coon hunts with other guys, family, and by myself which I did a lot. I could tell stories for hours and not tell them all. I still have my carbide lights from when I started; by the time I quit, I had bought a fancy battery light. It was used, but so much better than the carbide, and not near as dangerous as stumbling around in the woods with a gas bomb strapped on your forehead. I think that I still have a can of carbide as well, used to buy it from a local Chinaman who ran a jewelry store. A true business man with a jewelry store in the front, lawnmowers and shotguns in the back room. The secret to cooking a coon is to get all of the lymph nodes out of the meat before you cook it. Us country folks call them kernels, best I remember there are 12 in all, some around the neck and tail will come off with the pelt but you have to separate the muscle of the legs to find them there. I have eaten all kinds of critters mainly on hunts and excursions I went on as a kid with my dad but there were some that were served at the family dinner table. All are memories now as my younger kids had it much better than my older kids, I have 5 (14 grandkids, yeah now I'm bragging}, but not to hear them tell it. To me, the older ones have better stories to tell. [/QUOTE]
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