All of my life I had heard about possums, but just recently they started moving into southern Maine. This year I started seeing them laying in or on the side of the road. I always have to wonder; are they dead, or are they just "playing possum"? 
Wait a minute, are you telling me that they used to raise them to release for hunting? I read the first page, and found the article about the white coons interesting, but my connection is too slow to finish the article.I live within two miles of the old State of Ohio racoon farm:
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I see a lot of the descendants of these original racoon pioneers. So far (33 years) I have had minimal problems with them. I think the coyotes are keeping them in check somewhat.
The property where the racoon farm was is now State of Ohio hunting land. When I live catch something/anything I take it there and release it.
Wait a minute, are you telling me that they used to raise them to release for hunting? I read the first page, and found the article about the white coons interesting, but my connection is too slow to finish the article.
X2 on not relocating.
All of my life I had heard about possums, but just recently they started moving into southern Maine. This year I started seeing them laying in or on the side of the road. I always have to wonder; are they dead, or are they just "playing possum"?![]()
I just "relocated" one last week......to the back side of my hill, as vulture food.
He is probably more educated than both of those idiots. If they were smart they could probably tell by talking to him.True story: My coworker, a chemist who loves to fish, fishes every afternoon from work. BTW, his dress code for fishing is super casual, as in tattered jeans and t-shirt. On a particular afternoon sometime in the summer of 2001, he was fishing in the pond behind the Louisiana visitor center off I-10 East between Louisiana & Texas. Following are his words as I remember, note that Betsy is a big female gator that lived in the pond and my friend named her.
"I saw Betsy in the water and I avoided fishing near her. I didn't want her to take my catch. She's bad about that. Then there was this couple in a fancy car pulling in. The lady opened the door and her itty bitty poodle ran out. I stopped fishing, walked over and told the lady: 'Y'all need to keep the dog away from the water....' I didn't get a chance to finish my warning. The husband came out and asked the lady:'What's going on?'. The lady said: 'Oh nothing. Some bum just tried to talk to me.' I was still standing right there. She practically said that to my face. I decided to back off and went back to my fishing. Well, the dog went to the bank, sniffed the water, and then there was a big splash. Betsy had her dinner and the lady was bawling. I felt bad for the dog but I did warn them."