Originally posted by NoCams: Love that pic of the, " masked bandit ", reaching out for his prize !
Originally posted by Cherokee Scout: Years ago I had a stand in an oak next to a persimmon tree. Every night a racoon came to that tree, climbed out on the limbs and smelled one persimmon after another . Whenever the smell was right, about one in ten, he ate it. It was like a friend coming to visit. Sometimes he was only a few feet away from me.