Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, August 22, 2013 at 09:19 AM.

The raccoon didn’t seem too concerned about us shining lights, taking pictures and yelling at him.

About this time, the boys and the headhunter woke up; wanting to know what was going on.

After the coon finished the blueberry stuff, we peered from an unzipped part of the tent door and watched him waddle away from the campsite.  None of us, even the battle-hardened colonel were going out there to mess with a coon that seemed to be between 4 and 5 feet tall standing up and probably weighing 80 pounds.

I might be exaggerating a little.

I think we laughed ourselves to sleep talking about Jerry Clower and his “coon story.”

The colonel, like Jerry Clower, the comedian we both grew up listening to, is from Mississippi.

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