freakazoid
Jr Member
Well we had a sick racoon out in our yard at 3 in the afternoon one day, so my dad grabs the shot-gun and walks out and shoots it twice. we decide to wait for rigor mortis to take effect so that it would be easier to move. well we kinda forgot untill about 2 in the morning, so we go out and get our flanel jackets on, my dad grabs a shovel. So I walk out with the flashlight and try to get the thing in the shovel, but 2 rounds of buckshot really messed this thing up so it fell back and floped down my jacket covering it in blood, so i get an old sled out of the barn and place the parts of the carcass in it and me and my dad go into the cornfeild next to our house, now its mid-fall so its cold at 2 am and the corn was taken out a few weeks ago so its an empty feild. we walk out to dump this thing into the field and we did not realize how close to the road we were. well a car comes over the hill and hits us with its high beams, slows to a stop, then peels out and flies past us. and I had an epihany. *This person just saw 2 men at 2 in the morning walking thorugh a feild dragging a bloody something in a sled, one actually had the blood on him, and the other had a large shovel.* Good times...