Story number 2: When I was a kid we arrived at first light at the farmers house we were going hunting with. He was telling us about the big old racoon he had got the night before. The dogs had struck trail in a cut cornfield. They ran the dog into a swamp and caught him in the water. The dogs had a time but managed to do the critter in. He said the biggest coon he ever got. So he takes us out to his old Pontiac to show us. He hears some thumping as we approach. He opens the trunk and out jumps the meanest, nastiest, wettest looking racoon you ever saw. Hunters scattered like quail. The coon made his escape across the road. He had shredded the guys trunk. Every wire to the taillights was ripped out, the trunk floor mats, the wall between the trunk and the back seat, and he had yanked all kinds of backing and filler out of the seat. He was close to getting thru to the back seat. He had dragged the coon out of the swamp, carried it 300-400 yards across the cornfield and thrown it in his trunk. It spent about 7 or 8 hours in there getting even.