I was sitting here last night working on my holster (I’m trying my hand at holster making- I used to be a decent hand at leatherwork, and there’s no reason I can’t make a tolerable holster) and I saw two coons eating my fucking tomatoes!!

I pumped up the Sheridan and cautiously opened the window, but the larger of the two ran down to the pond and was gone. The smaller took off up a small tree, which was too far from any other tree to jump. So I waited- only a few minutes, he realized his mistake very quickly- and on his way down I sent him to Allah.

Little beggars.

I got no issue with raccoons but I’m damned if I’m gonna cultivate a garden so THEY can have fresh tomatoes.