It's even worse than that... My mom (who lives on the 300 acre family farm) was complaining to my first cousin (who holds several state bow hunting records and

It's even worse than that... My mom (who lives on the 300 acre family farm) was complaining to my first cousin (who holds several state bow hunting records and at one time had a hunting show on cable TV) about how hard it was to keep the raccoons out of her vegetable garden. "How did the pioneers manage to grow vegetables?" she pondered out loud. "They would have eaten a lot more raccoon than you do" was his reply. And he was absolutely correct. Coon, possum, squirrel, and groundhog were all on the menu in my neck of the woods well after World War II.