>One of the power boaters we talked to had camped out on the island with >friends and >they had prepared a vodka watermellon. He said it was too strong they >could hardly >eat any of it so they left most of it on the picnic table. They awoke that >night to >the sound of an army of drunken racoons crashing about the camp. The next >night no >problem. Apparently the beasts were still nursing a hangover the next >night. I shared a house in Ontario many years back. The local racoons had learned to work the latches of our "varmint proof" garbage cans with all the skill of the cartoon safe-crackers their masks make them resemble. One night, inspired by home-brew, we smeared the outsides of the garbage cans with Five-alarm chili. Never saw the bandits again. Two theorys: 1. They had exploded Hindenberg-like from gas build-up. 2. Bouyed by their diet, they drifted off to the far skys, where they are now the pets and/or prey for Inuit crotch-drigible propelled hunters. Philip Torrens N49°16' W123°06' *************************************************************************** PaddleWise Paddling Mailing List - All postings copyright the author and not to be reproduced outside PaddleWise without author's permission Submissions: paddlewise_at_lists.intelenet.net Subscriptions: paddlewise-request_at_lists.intelenet.net Website: http://www.paddlewise.net/ ***************************************************************************Received on Tue Nov 23 1999 - 08:19:33 PST
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