Was in PA golfing with my brother this past weeeknd. He was sharing work stories as we drove through Fayette county.
One day he gets called to take care of a potentially rabid coon that was terrorizing a neighborhood. The county meds told him DO NOT shoot the varmint in the skull in case they need to test for rabies.
So Bubby is doing his 357 into the body, but that is only ****ing the raccoon off something horrible. He shoots it once and it gets all huffy. Hits it again and now it starts snorting and gets up on its hind legs. Last shot sits it down but now it is screaming and yelling but no longer coming at him--finally falling over.