Everything was cool except when Randy felt the need to cover our scent by whipping out a bottle of raccoon urine, and spraying the area where we were sitting. Yes, it was a bottle of RACCOON URINE???
From that point on I couldn’t even concentrate on the beauty of the morning. All I could think about was, “Who on earth is in charge of bottling raccoon urine?” What kind of person packs a lunch and head to work everyday, all for the purpose of bottling raccoon urine? AND, I hate to be the one that brings this up, but how much do you have to pay the guy who is actually in charge of getting the urine from the raccoon? It all just baffles me!
I’ll be the first to admit, when it comes to deer hunting I’m a rookie. But never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed raccoon urine was in important part of deer hunting … or anything else for that matter.
One thing I know for sure … it was the sickest thing I’ve ever smelled!