I'm going to have to fix up my profile some. Though I do take periodic trips back to the states and hunt whenever I can.

Funny story about a Raccoon. We set up a shooting tower near a large thicket and cleared a patch in the center of the thicket. I had a giant sack of week old biscuits. I spread about half into the clearing. The other half of the sack I stored in the tower. After putting away my tools, I returned a couple of hours before sunset with my rifle and kit. I'm climbing up the ladder balancing my possibles bag and my rifle and just as my head cleared the floor of the tower I come face to face with a Coon. He did about three quick circles around the tower basket looking for a way out and decided climbing up my face and jumping was his path to freedom. I'll never forget that Raccoon crotch sliding up my face and trying to hold on for dear life. That Coon jumped around fifteen feet to the ground and did a belly flop, bounced once and took off for the brush. I almost followed him, but managed to hold on with my finger nails.

Sorry if I went off topic.