RACOON RIVER BIBLE CAMP FULL
There he was…fat, fuzzy, and full of cunning arrogance, knowing full well that I wouldn’t risk chasing him around the forest in my boxer shorts like a crazed lunatic. With a surge of adrenaline, I spun around and wildly aimed my light toward the sound. However, within minutes, I could hear him stealthily approaching as the gravel shifted under his tiptoeing paws. I lay there, hoping the coon would not return and secretly wishing he would go bother someone else. “We’ve got coon problems,” I said, still a little ashamed at my craven, raucous outburst. My heart was pounding as group members called from under their nearby tarps, asking if I was okay. My wild, half-asleep thrashing missed him by a mile, and he scampered away to the safety of the nearby forest. He was furry, wore a mask, and had thievery on his mind. Startled, I sprang up unable to hold in my guttural, school-girl yelp as I swatted at the dark creature next to me. I had dozed off a little when I became aware of a scratching sound near my head.
Having camped there many times before with no wildlife problems, I was surprised when, after dinner and group debriefing time, I nestled down for a night’s rest and heard the forest come alive with activity.
Satan comes to kill, steal, and destroy, and I think the raccoons work for him! On a recent challenge expedition, we made camp on a pristine gravel bar along the Current River.
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