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Edited on Thu Apr-21-11 06:20 AM by Glassunion
I was in NJ, and had pulled into the parking lot of a store. The police had blocked off one of the entrances to the store and were directing customers to enter from the other side of the foyer.
An apparently rabid raccoon had backed itself into the doorway and was growling at anyone who came near. I have never heard a raccoon make that sort of a sound.
Anyway, the officer had to use one of those ropes on a stick to get the animal out of the doorway and out onto the lawn. As I sat in my car watching it was absolutely heartbreaking to hear the animal and I knew that the officer was going to put it down. Another officer approached and spoke into his radio. From the little bit that I picked up, he was notifying dispatch that he was going to be discharging his weapon to put down the animal. I heard a response come back over the radio, then the officer approached the raccoon, who the other officer was pinning to the ground with the rope/stick thing, and drew his weapon, aimed and then fired. Boom... From my time at the range I would wage a guess that they use .40. The report from the firearm was quite loud as it was contained by the building. It made my one ear ring a bit.
At first I thought it was the most gruesome thing I had ever seen... When the officer had fired, there was a huge red cloud that had sprayed both officers legs to the point that they jumped back, like you would when you drop a cup of coffee. That sort of stiff legged backward shuffle. There was a long moment of silence as the two officers, standing in a small cloud of gun-smoke, looked at each other for a moment, then at their pants, then back down at the raccoon. Who I then noticed was still thrashing around. Holy shit! This is the toughest mother fucking raccoon on the planet.
The officer who took the shot then spoke into his radio. I could not hear what was said or what came back. The officer then angled himself again, took aim, then fired. Boom! This time I had my finger blocking my ear. And once again, there was another horrid red cloud that erupted all over their pants... I could not believe how horribly gruesome this was. It was like a horror film that I could not tare my eyes from. At this point, the officer holding the stick seemed upset and said something to the officer that took the shot. He was pointing at the raccoon and then at his pants through a gently wafting cloud of gun-smoke. Again, the raccoon was seemingly not affected by any of this as it was still thrashing about at the end of the stick. I was in complete disbelief.
Once again, the officer spoke into his radio and received a reply that I could not make out. This time, the two of them had moved about two paces to the right dragging the poor raccoon with them. They then angled themselves a bit differently with the officer who was shooting, this time was crouching almost directly in front of the officer holding the stick. There was a long pause while the officer was aiming at the raccoon at the end of the stick. Then again, there was the loud boom. Followed this time by a larger red eruption, that did not completely spray back at the officers. Then there was a long pause. It seemed like forever the two officers were peering at the raccoon, who was now not moving. The officer that took the shot then turned back to stand, looking at the officer holding the stick, and as he was turning, I noticed that the crouching officer had blood on his face. Holy shit! That is gross, he literally had about 5 solid splatters on his face that were running down to his neck and chin... One was on his mouth. Oh man, this officer now has to go to the hospital I thought.
The two officers stood silent for a moment. The smoke had cleared, the air was silent, and all I could hear was the clicking of the lights on the patrol vehicles. It was an eerie, gruesome sight that will stick with me forever. The officer with the blood stained face, then, just simply wiped his face in the crook of his sleeve. The officer then got back onto the radio and exchanged something with dispatch. It was at this point that I noticed the raccoon was trying to get free again. I was in stunned shock at the sight. How the hell could anything that small, live through such a barrage? Was the little guy on PCP, was he a zombie, or did he have some sort of strain of super rabies? Nothing could live through that. NOTHING!
As the officer finished talking on the radio, the officer holding the stick said something to the officer. I did not pick up what he said at all, but the other officer snapped loudly back, "I KNOW!" and crouched again, taking aim at the raccoon. This time, there were two loud shots, fired about 1/2 a second apart. This time there was no red cloud. I thought, of course, how could there be any blood left in the little guy. The officer then stood as the other officer worked the pole stick off of the raccoon and walked back to their vehicle. Leaving behind the small little mound of raccoon on the lawn. "How very sad", I thought.
As the officers were walking back to their vehicles I overheard them speaking. The officer that was holding the stick was talking to the officer that took the shots. What I over heard suddenly made the entire scene not so gruesome at all... He simply said, "But you got mud all over us.". To which the shooting officer replied, "I know... I'm sorry.". The other officer then simply asked "How did you miss four times?"
Maybe it's just something with the NJ police?
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