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Title: This Story About A Vegetarian Woman's Death Match With A Rabid Raccoon Is Everything
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URL Source: http://www.dailywire.com/news/17565 ... eath-match-rabid-james-barrett
Published: Jun 15, 2017
Author: James Barrett
Post Date: 2017-06-15 14:54:21 by Tooconservative
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Views: 6396
Comments: 29
Maine's Bangor Daily News has graciously provided us all with what could prove to officially be the story of the week/month/year/infinity: the harrowing tale of a vegetarian Maine jogger's run-in with a rabid raccoon that started with a pleasant jaunt through the woods on a "beautiful day" and ended with a raccoon belly up in a puddle and a vegetarian haunted by the vision of what she once considered a "cute, cuddly forest animal" but now brings to mind something out of "Pet Sematary." The story begins with 21-year-old jogger and non-eater of meat Rachel Borch hitting the trail for a jog on a warm afternoon, thinking to herself, "What a beautiful day." That beautiful day would quickly turn bloody (not really that bloody, but there was blood). Here's how BDN's Alex Aquisto describes the beginning of the insane encounter: Suddenly, it began “bounding” toward her, Borch recalled Wednesday afternoon during an interview at her home on Hatchet Mountain Road in Hope. “I knew instantly it had to be rabid,” said Borch, who remembers ripping out her headphones and dropping her phone on the ground. What felt like a split second later, the furry animal was at her feet. Borch said she was “dancing around it,” trying to figure out what to do. Borch tried to describe what that little freaky creature most resembled: "Imagine the Tasmanian devil," she said. "It was terrifying." The crazed raccoon began "lunging" at her, the narrow path not allowing Borch the room to run past the little "devil." At this point, Borch resigned herself to getting bitten, so she took the fight to the woodland creature: The raccoon sank its teeth into Borch’s thumb and “wouldn’t let go.” Its paws were scratching her arms and legs wildly as Borch screamed and cried. Unable to pry the raccoon's jaws off her thumb, Borch noticed that her dropped cell phone had landed in a puddle of water and had an idea: drown the hateful thing. "I didn't think I could strangle [the raccoon] with my bare hands," explained Borch. "With my thumb in its mouth, I just pushed its head down into the muck." She then held the raccoon, belly up, under the water for what felt like forever. "It was still struggling and clawing at my arms. It wouldn’t let go of my thumb," she said. But finally, "its arms sort of of fell to the side, its chest still heaving really slowly." "If there hadn’t been water on the ground, I don’t know what I would have done," she said later. "It really was just dumb luck. I’ve never killed an animal with my bare hands. I’m a vegetarian. It was self-defense." Convinced that the raccoon was no longer a threat, she extricated her thumb from its jaws and "bolted as fast": Borch remembers looking back once to see if the raccoon had started chasing her again. “It felt like [Stephen King’s] ‘Pet Sematary,’” she said. Borch ran three-quarters of a mile — bare-footed because her shoes were soaked — and screaming the whole way, thinking, "Oh, God, what if I just start foaming at the mouth and can’t find my way back?" Her mom took her to the nearby medical center for treatment, while her father went to get the corpse, which he stuffed into a perfectly named "Taste of the Wild" dog food bag. (I'm beginning to worry this is a hoax.) The Maine Center for Disease Control confirmed on Wednesday that the raccoon indeed had rabies, so naturally Animal Control issued a statement freaking everyone out about the likelihood of more rabid raccoons out there haunting the trails. "Not to scare people," Hope Animal Control Officer Heidi Blood said, but "when there’s one [infected], there’s typically another." If left untreated, she pointed out, rabies infections are "100 percent fatal." Yikes. Aquisto ends her delightful story by noting that Borch has absolutely zero advice for anyone who stumbles into a rabid animal like she did. "I always thought of raccoons as this cute, cuddly forest animal," she said. "I just will never look at them the same way."
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In the midst of appreciating the weather and scenery, she looked ahead and noticed a raccoon obstructing the narrow foot path, baring its tiny teeth. Figuring she would have the greatest ability to defend herself if she used her hands to hold it down, she decided that probably would be the best place for the aggressive animal to latch on. Hyperventilating and in hysterics, she pulled her thumb out of the raccoon’s mouth, “and then I just bolted as fast as I could through the underbrush,” she said.
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#1. To: TooConservative, Liberator, Vicomte13 (#0)
By golly she waterboarded the poor creature to death! Maybe the raccoon was not rabid and just got into a bad patch of cannabis and the vegetarian had some in her pocket. :)
It's gone viral.
I'd say she has made the grade for official title of "Warrioress".
I never knew rural Maine was such a dangerous place for the vegan hippies. Stephen King never warned us!
You're just trying to cheer up White. LOL
I was struck by this: Is there an app for coon-strangling or drowning? Apparently, the coon would have killed her if she hadn't had the smartphone to inspire her to drown it, just as dropping her phone in the muck "drowned" it. It is, of course, a little too easy to make fun of someone else having an unexpected traumatic encounter with one of Nature's cute furry critters. You have to wonder if she would have realized she didn't need the water/muck if she just jammed her thumb right down the coon's throat and suffocated it that way. The coon had already bit her so it wasn't a matter of avoiding a bite at that point.
I had a pet racoon for a couple of months about 3 years ago. His name was Jeffry.
The fact that the phone dropping in the water gave her the idea doesn't diminish her performance. Rather, to me it demonstrates that even in the stress of unexpectedly dealing with an attacking, rabid animal, she maintained her ability to think and come up with a solution to end the assault. She did not panic as many do, especially women, in such situations. Panicing, of course, generally means responding without thinking at all. So she did great. If the phone hadn't dropped in the water, I suspect she would have either come up with the same idea on her own or another idea. One way rabbits are killed is to simply grab them by the head and whip their body in a loop, which breaks the neck. Maybe that would work with coons too. I don't think I would have tried to choke it, if it were me. How do you know that you have inserted your thumb far enough down it's throat? It's not like you've ever had training in how to choke a raccoon. But I have heard for grizzly bears, sticking your arm down it's throat is a good defense measure as it will force the bear into nausea spasms. Maybe someone will try that sometime and get back to me.
I grew up on a farm. Crude solutions don't faze me. After enough encounters with the Little Furry Wonders, you learn to get very aggressive with them. You might be surprised at just how crude I can be if the situation calls for it. I once had a terrific mutt coon dog. He had a son. The two of them learned how to drown a coon, all by themselves. You may not know this but it is a common hazard to dogs for a coon to drown the dogs, not the other way around. You'd be going along in the pickup, suddenly they'd spot a coon and jump out. Papa would grab the coon's head in his jaws and Junior would grab his tail. They'd drag that coon to the nearest water, even rather shallow water like less than 6" deep, and push its head under until it was dead. They were very proud of learning this trick. You could tell by their behavior that they thought it was the greatest. That papa dog was one smart son of a bitch. He could climb large trees by gripping it with his paws and go up 30-40 feet in the air. He learned to climb the corral fence by putting his paws between the boards, much as a little kid would. Really a smart dog. You do have to wonder why this young woman didn't just jump over the coon and outrun it. Coons don't run very fast or for very long. They're just not built for it. Look at this video. You can quickly tell which dogs are kinda dumb and have no fight in them and which ones are raring to kill that damned coon.
I'm sure the KKK or Stormfront has one. Do you need a link?
Here on the farm I kill every one I see, not taking the chance they may be rabid. But it takes half a dozen shots from a .22, even with the first one to the head.
She's been watching Bloodline, I think.
"Daisy, stop it!" LOL Daisy got game. She has what it takes but she has a pussy for an owner.
I recall when my dad was getting on in years, we had a mama coon with five babies, raiding the trash and making a big mess. Dad shot mama coon one day when I wasn't there and when I asked if he got the babies too, he said, "They're just babies". The next day, I shot them all. Without mama coon, they only knew one place to eat: our trash barrel. That's when I knew age had taken its toll on my dad. When he was younger, the babies would never have escaped.
I like Otto but he's playing as much as getting serious about killing that coon. Notice that high-pitched screaming from the coon. That's the sound you hear when the dog is killing them, often by biting and crushing internal organs. When the coon still has some fight left, they make a growling sound.
Yep. In the old days, dads didn't mess around.
Yeah. Our Goldens like to play with their catch, but then they get serious. I keep them away from the raccoons, possums and skunks. I swear, I'm living in a f**kin' menagerie.
I found that usually a dog just has to learn not to mess with skunks. Possums and raccoons? Open season. Sic 'em! Porcupines are just horrible. Ever have a dog (or heifer or horse) with a snout full of fully penetrated quills? Not fun. I've never seen a porcupine I didn't try to kill. BTW, don't try to run them over unless you have a spare tire handy.
I really liked this little dog. I like how he realized he needed to drag that coon out into the open to kill him.
Looks like Daisy had a good a day. :) Looks like my Yellow Girl Sandy (Lab). Labs will surprise you with their tenacity when something or someone comes on their turf. I remember Chuck Wagon telling us stories of his Lab named Daisy getting into all sorts of trouble with bees. :) You still around CW?
I'm not sure why but my blood pressure goes up just thinking about coons and other varmints. It sounds like White suffers from the same disease.
Gary's housing community had some serious issues with raccoons a few years back due to construction. They were tearing up homes.
One of my mom's retired cousins is from Iowa but is a Texas snowbird. He had some coons tear through his roof and had a whole pack of them living there when he got home from Texas one spring. He repaired the roof by re-roofing that entire section. They tore through it again with ease because they liked living in his attic. He tore off the roof and put razorwire down beneath the shingles. They tried to get in again but the razorwire was too much for them. : ) Most people don't realize just how destructive and capable coons can really be.
Where I live in Texas we had some issues back in 2010 and 2011 when we had a really bad drought. The raccoons who normally terrorized the rich folk along the lakes decided they could get a water source from bird baths, pools, and pet water bowls in backyards where I lived. Saw one in my backyard one early morning and good ol' Sandy girl gave chase and the coon hopped the fence never to be seen again. They terrorized the garbage cans mostly and I think they holed up in a few neighborhood sheds and up at the tennis club. Had no reports of homes being torn up. Although that timeframe the housing market here was awful for a military town and a lot of homes which were rentals were vacant and provided unkempt backyards for them to hole up in. But once the rain came a pouring in 2012, they went back to the lakes and terrorizing the rich folk. :) It was in that same drought timeframe my outdoor cat Mr. Spunky was torn to shreds 4 times and made 4 miraculous recoveries. He may have had some part in keeping the coons at bay, and for that we rewarded him with indoor and outdoor privileges. :) He was code named "Lazarus" after his 4th recovery. The extent of his wounds were pretty bad, but wifey is a country gal and knew how to patch him up. And he is still with us.
Bernie bros would be so happy at this class warfare. Coons are known to target cats as you must know. They're notorious cat killers.
And humans with plastic brooms. In my world, he never would have made it out of that container alive.
That was a pretty gnarly coon.
We had a big male cat that I nicknamed "Pirate" because he had so many scars and both his ears were misshapen and torn from fighting with coons. We lived on a greenbelt so he had plenty of practice. He was cool with people and would greet everyone with his weird yeowl, and when they dared to pet him they were amazed at his bulging muscles. He was the Schwarzenegger of cats.
Cats are amazing creatures. Our friends live two blocks from us. During the summers we would exchange watching each other's cats and dogs. One of their outdoor Tom cats took a liking to our boys since they fed and played with him. Two weeks before the cat died he took the short journey to our house to visit with the boys. The cat never visited us before. His way of saying goodbye.
"I didn't think I could strangle [the raccoon] with my bare hands," explained Borch. "With my thumb in its mouth, I just pushed its head down into the muck." She then held the raccoon, belly up, under the water for what felt like forever. "It was still struggling and clawing at my arms. It wouldn’t let go of my thumb," she said. But finally, "its arms sort of of fell to the side, its chest still heaving really slowly."
#2. To: Tooconservative (#0)
The Maine Center for Disease Control confirmed on Wednesday that the raccoon indeed had rabies
#3. To: Tooconservative (#0)
She then held the raccoon, belly up, under the water for what felt like forever. "It was still struggling and clawing at my arms. It wouldn’t let go of my thumb," she said. But finally, "its arms sort of of fell to the side, its chest still heaving really slowly."
#4. To: BobCeleste, redleghunter (#0)
#5. To: redleghunter, misterwhite (#1)
Maybe the raccoon was not rabid and just got into a bad patch of cannabis and the vegetarian had some in her pocket. :)
#6. To: Pinguinite (#3)
(Edited)
I'd say she has made the grade for official title of "Warrioress".
Unable to pry the raccoon's jaws off her thumb, Borch noticed that her dropped cell phone had landed in a puddle of water and had an idea: drown the hateful thing.
"I didn't think I could strangle [the raccoon] with my bare hands," explained Borch. "With my thumb in its mouth, I just pushed its head down into the muck."
#7. To: Tooconservative (#6)
#8. To: Tooconservative (#6)
It is, of course, a little too easy to make fun of someone else having an unexpected traumatic encounter with one of Nature's cute furry critters.
You have to wonder if she would have realized she didn't need the water/muck if she just jammed her thumb right down the coon's throat and suffocated it that way. The coon had already bit her so it wasn't a matter of avoiding a bite at that point.
#9. To: Pinguinite (#8)
I don't think I would have tried to choke it, if it were me. How do you know that you have inserted your thumb far enough down it's throat? It's not like you've ever had training in how to choke a raccoon.
#10. To: Tooconservative (#6)
"Is there an app for coon-strangling or drowning?"
#11. To: Tooconservative (#9)
#12. To: Tooconservative (#0)
Unable to pry the raccoon's jaws off her thumb, Borch noticed that her dropped cell phone had landed in a puddle of water and had an idea: drown the hateful thing.
#13. To: Pinguinite, redleghunter (#8)
#14. To: misterwhite (#11)
(Edited)
Here on the farm I kill every one I see, not taking the chance they may be rabid. But it takes half a dozen shots from a .22, even with the first one to the head.
#15. To: misterwhite (#12)
#16. To: Tooconservative (#14)
That's when I knew age had taken its toll on my dad. When he was younger, the babies would never have escaped.
#17. To: Tooconservative (#15)
I like Otto but he's playing as much as getting serious about killing that coon.
#18. To: misterwhite (#17)
#19. To: misterwhite (#17)
#20. To: Tooconservative, Chuck_Wagon (#13)
#21. To: redleghunter, misterwhite (#20)
#22. To: Tooconservative, GarySpFc (#21)
I'm not sure why but my blood pressure goes up just thinking about coons and other varmints. It sounds like White suffers from the same disease.
#23. To: redleghunter (#22)
Gary's housing community had some serious issues with raccoons a few years back due to construction. They were tearing up homes.
#24. To: Tooconservative (#23)
Most people don't realize just how destructive and capable coons can really be.
#25. To: redleghunter (#24)
But once the rain came a pouring in 2012, they went back to the lakes and terrorizing the rich folk. :)
It was in that same drought timeframe my outdoor cat Mr. Spunky was torn to shreds 4 times and made 4 miraculous recoveries.
#26. To: Tooconservative (#25)
"Coons are known to target cats as you must know."
#27. To: misterwhite (#26)
#28. To: redleghunter (#24)
#29. To: Anthem (#28)
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