My friends and I have been camping and kayaking for many years. I’ve always been an outdoor person being raised in the country, and I was a bit more at home than most of my “city slicker” friends. We’re a tight bunch and all food and beverage, regardless of who’s cooler it was in, became community rations.
I was in my tent one night, and I hear someone in my cooler about 2:00 am. I didn’t give it much thought at first, but they kept digging and digging so I finally said, “Whoever’s in my cooler, grab whatever you want and quit making so much racket.” No response. More digging, more noise. “Grab it and head back to the fire, I’m trying to sleep.” No response. Digging….digging…digging.
It had been going on for about five minutes by this time, so I finally grabbed my flashlight and shined it on the cooler. I was quite surprised to see a raccoon’s rear end. Most of him was in my cooler. I shouted, “Hey, get out of there!” He was polite and quickly exited. However, he was toting my delicious summer sausage as he scampered off. I actually think I heard him laughing as he ran into the forest.
The next morning I notified everyone if they saw a raccoon snacking on a summer sausage to please notify me. I wasn’t going to hurt him, but I thought he should at least chip in on it. I do confess that I hope it gave him gas and that his raccoon spouse made him sleep outside the log for the night.