ORIGINAL: rock_slinger

When I was about 17 or so we were out hunting coons in the daytime. We would hunt old farm sites. We were in a old two story house.(The one with slanted walls upstairs and a real small attic.) I was the lightest one so I was elected to be hoisted into the attic. The attic was eight ft wide and 3 ft high. A little tight to say the least. Well it is dark so I flip on my trusty flashlight and look around. I see nothing so I try and turn around. I look the other way and there is a coon staring at me about 8 ft away. No big deal. I was using a marlin semi auto 22 that day. I put the sights on him and let one go and he just roles on his side. I thoughtI hit him in the head but I was wrong. I missed to one side and after the shock wore off he was really mad! Well he charges me and I am trying to get the gun back on him and to get off my knees. I am now sitting on my but and he hits me in the chest. I am screaming like a girl by now and my two friends are freakin out down in the house.He crawls under my right arm and is biting my coat and sqealing like crazy.(As was I) The whole time I am beating him with my flashlight and yellin at him. He finaly lets go and runs down the attic the other way. I regained my self and found my gun and put a few rounds into him and it was over. I had blood all over my flashlight from hitting him and the gun gained a few scares from being thrown about but I was without a scratch exept for my pride from all the screaming and sqealing. I am glad I was not useing my pistol that day or I would have shot myself for sure!!