Monday, March 5, 2012

Country Livin': The Coon

On Saturday Matt and I were going out to have a fire, just the two of us.  On the way, he stopped to feed the cats.  He ran out of the shed and said, "Dad, I think there's a coon in the cat barn."  So I went up and got the old 22 and headed out.  Two shells later, we were in the garage skinning our first coon.  It was a great adventure and another affirmation of why we bought the farm.  Our hope is to tan the hide and for Matt to eventually have himself a real coonskin cap.  Just call me Davy Crocket.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Do you think the DNR has people reading blogs like these?? What a fun adventure for you and Matt!!
Mom

Anonymous said...

DUDE! That is so narly.
You could have you some fried coon and coon gravy.

You need to buy the book that guy in Alpena wrote about tanning the natural way.

Frame it.

T