Dad had 'coons tearing up his thistle feeders, so he put a live trap on the tray beneath them and one on the ground. The neighbors had friends out from the city. Dad caught a coon, and walked it down to the lake and tossed the coon in the lake, live trap and all. City people saw that and freaked out, calling the game warden. He shows up, talks to Dad. Dad showed him the chewed up bird feeders. The warden said keep it up, just give us a call when you catch one. The citified visitors weren't happy when the next morning they watched Dad do the exact same thing. They called again and were told "Yes we know about it, and he has our blessing to do that to them."
