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This past summer I was fishing a lake near my house real early in the morning; I had my tackle box open on the bank, and I was maybe ten feet down the shore from it casting when I turn around and there's a raccoon just sitting there digging through my baits without a care in the world. I mean, he was literally just tossing aside the shit he didn't want, like the plastic worms, I think he was going for this catfish dip in there. He didn't even move until I started kind of charging at him. That's okay, I've probably trapped a couple of his family members to train my dogs.
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