I went home this weekend to my father's house near Wilkes-Barre PA, which is about two hours north of Philadelphia. I spent most of my formative years in this house. The house is actually all local fieldstone. One of my fathers hobbies is heavy equipment/farming, so when he decided to build the house out of local fieldstone, he simply hauled out stone from many of the old fieldstone walls surrounding the property.
The house its on top of hill with about 100 acres of surrounding fields and forests. There are all types of creatures in the area: Deer, Turkey, Black Bear, Coyote, and just about any other creature that resides in the Pennsylvania woods.
On Friday my father told me about a raccoon he saw on his way back from work that was on the road leading up to the driveway. The road is a 3/4 mile stretc in thick woods that has only one other house on it. He was driving up when he saw a young but full size raccoon. He stopped the car and the raccoon seemed to be tame, putting both paws on his car almost like a dog would do.
The next night, my girlfriend and I were driving back to the house around 1am when we first saw this raccoon. As we drove by it darted in to thick patch of ferns, probably because of bright headlights. We were excited to see the animal, although I spent 5 minutes arguing that it was a raccoon and not a "large cat" like she initially thought.
The next day, around lunchtime, we decided to go grab some Mexican food. As flew down the driveway past the barn, my girlfriend noticed something laying near the barn. I didn't bother to look as I was too concerned with getting lunch and was still 1/2 asleep.
After lunch, as we came back towards the house she pointed out what she saw earlier. Near the barn which about 500 yards below the house, was some creature either eating something or laying down near a tree. I stopped the car about 30 ft from the animal and it hardly flinched. As I approached I could see quite a few flies hovering above it. By now, I could tell it was our raccoon friend but at first I thought it was eating something. When I moved closer I could see that it was really sick, it looked like it was attacked or suffering from some kind of sickness. My initial thought was rabies, since in general, raccoons are rather weary of humans and daylight.
I drove the car back up to the house debating with myself about what to do. I brought my shotgun to the house this weekend because of my new favorite hobby, skeet shooting. I decided to walk down to the barn with my shotgun. As I walked up to the animal, I tried to evaluate its condition, it looked like it was in tremendous pain, and it had been in the same spot all day long. After standing there for a few minutes, I decided to walk back to the house and make a phone call.
I called my father who left for Chicago earlier that morning. After describing the situation, I asked him if I should put the animal down. He concluded that it was probably the best course of action and I should bury it just in case it happened to be diseased. I also confirmed that there was no possible way that the raccoon was pregnant, which was one of my initial suspicions.
After I hung up the phone, I started to second guess using a shotgun. I wanted to kill the animal in the most humane way possible but at the same time I didn't want to blow it in to a pile of guts. After thinking for a little bit, I decided to grab a little .22 rifle that was in the house. The gun has a little scope on it. I gave to my father about a year ago as a present for some holiday. I decided that a .22 to the head would be a quick and clean way to euthanize the raccoon.
I walked down to the barn for the second time that day now furnishing a scoped .22 rifle. The raccoon was in really bad shape, there were twice as many files swarming around its body. It was still shaking, in a movement that was reminiscent of a dying cowboy in a western. I said a few words to the animal to get its attention. "I'm sorry about this mr. raccoon, but I know this is for the best." I stood about 15ft away from the animal and fired the first shot in to its head. The animal was still shaking and I wanted to make this as quick as possible. I fired the second shot in its head, and it was still shaking. I didn't know whether it was nerves or if it was moving in pain. About 5 seconds had passed since I fired the first shot but I decided to dispense my last two rounds to try and end the animal's life as quick as possible.
The raccoon rolled over a little and appeared to be dead but it's one leg was slowly stretching in the air. At this point, I decided to run up and grab my shotgun. By the time I got back (~1min), the animal was definitely dead.
Now I was faced with the grizzly task of burying the animal. I dug a small hole about two feet deep 50 yards from where I put the raccoon down. Grave digging is hard work! After fifteen minutes of digging, I buried the raccoon in the ground and went up to house to reflect on my rather unusual day.