Masked bandits raid the trash

By: 
Gary Noth

It was a nice cool evening. Ignation was lounging around in his favorite chair watching the tube. I was in the gun room doing some reloading. I started reloading back in 1977 or ‘78. I just retired pretty much from reloading when Biden destroyed the market and supplies dried up. Wow, nearly 46 years.

But I am going off track. I was reloading when I heard a racket out back. Something or someone was in the trash cans. I grabbed a .22 pistol and headed out. Ignation asked what was up as the TV drowned out any other noise and I told him I was gonna check out the noise out back. 

I went out the front door and went into hunter stealth mode and quietly walked around back. I got to the corner and slowly peaked around the back of the house. I turned around and walked back to the front of the house. 

Ignation says, “I didn’t hear any gunshot.” I laughed and told him, “I didn’t want to make them mad.” It was two raccoons in our trash cans. Their rear ends were larger than a basketball, and I sure didn’t want to make ‘em mad by shooting them with a little ole .22. They were huge, a good 50 to 75 pounds, at least.  

Growing up country, most of the critters were of small size, and many you never knew about until you saw them lying in the middle of the road. But in big cities, where there is tons of trash, the critters come a might size larger.

But I do have some good news regarding my article about how we wave to our neighbors when we pass them on the road and how it was becoming a thing of the past. As of late, I have noticed a large increase in return “Howdys” while driving down the road.

Even better. On my article on whether or not people hold hands anymore I picked up some out of this world Queen Bee candy - I feel like such a kid in their store – and as I was leaving and as I climbed into my truck, an elderly couple was walking down Main toward me and not only were they holding hands, they were smiling, laughing, having fun and I even got a wave. Right on! There’s hope for Wyoming still.

Until next time. Life’s too short to not enjoy the beauty that the good Lord has bestowed upon us. 

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