Many years ago I had a summer job while in college mowing overgrown lots in Kansas City Missouri with a small Ford tractor with a brush hog on it. We went out as two person teams with a helper using a manual weed whip to trim what the tractor could not get. I would put my weed whipper on the tractor and do his job sometimes so he didn't get tired and we could keep going and get bonus by mowing a lot of square feet. One day my whipper was finishing up a large lot and came flying across the lot in top gear wanting me to look at the worlds largest rat. He was a city guy and had never seen a possum. The possum must have been sleeping in the weeds and gradually moved towards the center until it got too small and he made a run for it. It was a good laugh.
I had an uncle growing up that kept coon dogs and would run them at night to try and get enough skins to pay for the feed for the dogs. If we were lucky we would get to go out with him. Mothers did not appreciate the damage to clothes and skin from running through the woods at night. We saw more possums than coons. Another uncle would climb hollow trees and grab either with a welders glove on his hand and throw them down to the dogs. Good old days.
I had an uncle growing up that kept coon dogs and would run them at night to try and get enough skins to pay for the feed for the dogs. If we were lucky we would get to go out with him. Mothers did not appreciate the damage to clothes and skin from running through the woods at night. We saw more possums than coons. Another uncle would climb hollow trees and grab either with a welders glove on his hand and throw them down to the dogs. Good old days.
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