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Author: Bunk Strutts
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Tacky Raccoons 
“Coons”. I once called raccoons “coons” around a black coworker who thought I was talking about black folks. He laughed when I explained that it was actual raccoons.
Coons busted into my trash cans and hissed at me from a tree.
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Here’s a guy who knows. Hope he’s still around.
https://tackyraccoons.com/2009/04/07/urban-hunting/
“Coon or rabbit. God put them there to eat. When men get hold of animals he blows them up and then he blows up. Fill ’em so full of chemicals and steroids it ruins the people. It makes them sick. Like the pigs on the farm. They’s 3 months old and weighing 400 pounds. They’s all blowed up. And the chil’ren who eat it, they’s all blowed up. Don’t make no sense.”
–Glemie Beasley, Urban Hunter.
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