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<blockquote data-quote="cctbspencer" data-source="post: 3019240" data-attributes="member: 123319"><p>It was 1:00AM on a late October morning. I remember it feeling unusually cold but it probably wasn't. I don't remember now why I was up or why I was so bored, but I decided to grab a catfish rod and a bag of shad and head for my north pond. It's only a couple of acres in size and 12 feet deep but had been stocked with crappie, hybrid bluegill, largemouth, and channel catfish by the previous owner. It's about 1/2 mile from the house. I threw on a light flannel jacket, grabbed a Maglight, stuffed the shad in my pocket, and picked up the rod. I did pick up a 1911 as well. There is a brush dump about 50 yards below the pond dam and I had seen bobcats there frequently and on two occasions saw the "they aren't in this area" mountain lion. There was very little moonlight but I knew the way down the old overgrown lease road. I got to the pond and settled below the top of the south (dam side) where the wind would help carry my cast to the sweet spot near the middle of the pond. I sat the rod down beside me with the clicker turned on and nodded off. I was awakened by a subtle splashing sound in a little cove to my right. I quietly grabbed the Maglight and flashed a couple seconds of light that way. It was four raccoons making their was around the pond looking for mussels and crawdads. Back to sleep I go. I don't know how long I was out but this time was awakened by something/someone tugging on my flannel in the left armpit area. I froze. I heard nothing over the wind. Was I imagining things? The tugging intensifies. The .45 was on my right hip under the flannel and my right hand was in the jacket pocket. No way I can draw quickly enough with this unknown enemy literally on me. Left hand is on the Maglight already so I ease my grip to the pushbutton switch. It's now or never. I very unceramoniously spring to my feet while simultaneously grabbing for the .45 and clicking on the flashlight. I spin around and find myself face to face with four hungry raccoons standing up on their hind feet staring at me with huge wide eyes. I remember feeling some resistance as I stood. It was the bag of shad in my left pocket. The largest of the trash pandas stood there holding my bag of bait for a few seconds before they all turned and disappeared through the grass. I sat back down gently just in case I had pinched off a Milkdud or two, caught my breath, and let the old ticker come back down off of redline. I laughed all of the way back to the house.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="cctbspencer, post: 3019240, member: 123319"] It was 1:00AM on a late October morning. I remember it feeling unusually cold but it probably wasn't. I don't remember now why I was up or why I was so bored, but I decided to grab a catfish rod and a bag of shad and head for my north pond. It's only a couple of acres in size and 12 feet deep but had been stocked with crappie, hybrid bluegill, largemouth, and channel catfish by the previous owner. It's about 1/2 mile from the house. I threw on a light flannel jacket, grabbed a Maglight, stuffed the shad in my pocket, and picked up the rod. I did pick up a 1911 as well. There is a brush dump about 50 yards below the pond dam and I had seen bobcats there frequently and on two occasions saw the "they aren't in this area" mountain lion. There was very little moonlight but I knew the way down the old overgrown lease road. I got to the pond and settled below the top of the south (dam side) where the wind would help carry my cast to the sweet spot near the middle of the pond. I sat the rod down beside me with the clicker turned on and nodded off. I was awakened by a subtle splashing sound in a little cove to my right. I quietly grabbed the Maglight and flashed a couple seconds of light that way. It was four raccoons making their was around the pond looking for mussels and crawdads. Back to sleep I go. I don't know how long I was out but this time was awakened by something/someone tugging on my flannel in the left armpit area. I froze. I heard nothing over the wind. Was I imagining things? The tugging intensifies. The .45 was on my right hip under the flannel and my right hand was in the jacket pocket. No way I can draw quickly enough with this unknown enemy literally on me. Left hand is on the Maglight already so I ease my grip to the pushbutton switch. It's now or never. I very unceramoniously spring to my feet while simultaneously grabbing for the .45 and clicking on the flashlight. I spin around and find myself face to face with four hungry raccoons standing up on their hind feet staring at me with huge wide eyes. I remember feeling some resistance as I stood. It was the bag of shad in my left pocket. The largest of the trash pandas stood there holding my bag of bait for a few seconds before they all turned and disappeared through the grass. I sat back down gently just in case I had pinched off a Milkdud or two, caught my breath, and let the old ticker come back down off of redline. I laughed all of the way back to the house. [/QUOTE]
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