From Trash to Treasure: the Rescue of “Greggery the Peccary”
Jan 2, 2020 By Tucson Wildlife Posted in Featured Rescues
From Trash to Treasure: the Rescue of “Greggery the Peccary”
This adorable javelina was found in an in-ground trash can, surrounded by discarded bottles and rubbish. Unable to escape after falling in, the baby was left stranded and alone until a crew of construction workers found him. After calling TWC for advice, our rescue team went out to capture the little peccary. With no herd in sight, the orphaned javelina was brought back to our wildlife hospital where an assessment by our wildlife veterinarian determined he had symptoms of common winter pneumonia and needed medical treatment.
Take it to PMs already and set the date. This isn’t the place.Oh! It's the most having post YOU'VE ever read!
That means something coming from you, the authority on primary character posting.
Two Wilson Combat Professionals and a Kimber Aegis Elite Pro and they don’t be Jammin so my African American associates (I don’t have friends of any persuasion) don’t like ‘em!!!
Bought my first house at 22 years old. It was built in 1967, and the previous owner was an idiot. For 19 years I repaired and remodeled that house. (Do not remodel a house you live in).You should have seen the stuff in our house when we bought it. If two nails would hold it, it had 15. The walls were plaster and like 8" wide strips of drywall with big holes drilled in it. New take on plater and lattice, the dry wall was nailed about every inch. I almost feel like I spent more time pulling nails when we remodeled this house than anything else. There were even extra nails in the tack strips for the carpet. I think the nail thing is just in some people's DNA.
Our old house too, there was a rip in the carpet someone had "fixed" when it was a rental, by putting I would say 200-300 small nails in about 24"x12" area. I spent about 2 hours with vice grips pulling them all out, so I could refinish the hardwood floor underneath.
We (I) remodelled the first house we bought, one cubic inch at a time. Stole it in 1986 and sold it for triple our money in 1994. It was 2 blocks from a little company called "Microsoft".Bought my first house at 22 years old. It was built in 1967, and the previous owner was an idiot. For 19 years I repaired and remodeled that house. (Do not remodel a house you live in).
I built a new house on a different piece of property. And sold the old one, at a profit. I'm willing to build a new house again. I am not willing to remodel one again.
Fire your sonNo injuries. It was a sub, so just a squib in the throat.
The real bitch of it was he didn't tell me. A couple weeks later, I was going to shoot that rifle and couldn't chamber a round. Then I checked the mag, found a mix of 223 and 300blk. I found a squib in my MPX, too.
It was his bachelor party weekend, and I left several toys out for them but wasn't here. He was 22 at the time, and had been shooting since he was 6. Even if his buddies didn't, he should have known WTF he was doing.
ETA: The assholes didn't clean out my smoker, either!! It was a couple months before I used it after that weekend, and found the water bowl full of mold!!
April 2017, and he hasn't laid a finger on 1 of my guns since.That would have been a "don't touch my shit" point for me.
The 1911. Kinda like a Glock, but for men.
Looked like it might have been a pet raccoon.I've had coons and squirrels climb the tree I was in, but I wasn't crazy enough to try petting them.
There's little to no room maneuver up there so they got a 22 bullet in the head for their efforts.
I've had coons and squirrels climb the tree I was in, but I wasn't crazy enough to try petting them.
There's little to no room maneuver up there so they got a 22 bullet in the head for their efforts.
Looked like it might have been a pet raccoon.
Some people have those....
Looked like it might have been a pet raccoon.
Some people have those....
Not if it was your pet and you filmed it coming up the tree to join you.No collar with rabies tag? I use Lange's solution.
and then WyPeopo invented the wheel?
I figured as much, but them that I had encounters with definitely were not pets and seeing as how they are perfectly capable of putting the whoop ass on a hound dog 5x their size I wanted no part of tangling with one up in the confines of a tree climbing stand 15' off the ground.Looked like it might have been a pet raccoon.
Some people have those....
A coon is without a doubt the nosiest busybody of a critter a person could keep as a pet.My cousins (all girls) had a few pet racoons around the ranch over the years.
Get em young enough, expecially before their eyes are open and they tamed pretty easy.
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Sure, kinda tastes like bear.Seriously you've eatin coon?
Yep, among other things.Seriously you've eatin coon?
Seriously you've eatin coon?
Several times. My grandmother would bake it for hours in her homemade BBQ sauce!!Seriously you've eatin coon?
My grandma would take a cleaned coon and rub it down with salt, paint it yellow with mustard(literally), place it in a cast iron dutch oven, cover it with sliced onion, crush up several dried cayenne peppers on it, place several sweet potatoes around it, and slow bake it for hours in the oven of a wood stove while occasionally basting it with a homemade vinegar sauce till it was falling off the bone.Several times. My grandmother would bake it for hours in her homemade BBQ sauce!!
1 Thanksgiving, my uncle brought one to her house in the morning, left it in a bag. She opened the bag to find a skinned coon, face & all!! Still can't believe he survived the experience!!
Nah, prepping it for internal useNah don't judge her... She's probably thinking about what she'd like to do with a cheating ex...
Negro, please!