Cool pic. I don't even remember my very first coon, but I remember well an early coon. I didn't know much about trapping. But I wanted to trap. I didn't have a creek on my grandparents land but there was a shallow ditch that had water most of the year. But, I didn't know a thing about coon sets like pockets, or dirt holes. I had a basic understanding of cubbies but had had no luck with them. But I did know coons and knew where coons ran and so I blind set for them. And one day I had a toenail in one of my traps. I became obsessed. I thought if I could catch Ol 4 toes, well, I'd be a real trapper then. I'd by then obtained Hawbakers trapping book and so started making pockets and dirtholes in locations where those sets have never been made before or since, lol. I caught a rare possum, but no coons at all let alone 4-toed ones. Every coon trail on the 63 acres we owned at at least 3 traps set blind in them.
And then one day it happened. We hunted pheasant that morning. Everyone else went home afterwards, but I went on to check my traps. I think I was 9 years old. And in the very same trap that caught the toenail, there was a coon. After dispatching it I hurriedly rolled it over and sure enough.... only 4 toes. I was a real trapper then, lol.
I imagine he'll always remember his first coon. I don't remember my first coon or possum, but I think that's because I was so young and also in pursuit of fox when I caught them. But all the other firsts I vividly remember. Like several years later when I caught my first mink and wasn't even sure what it was. I thought it might be a mink. My grandfather confirmed it was, lol.
Thank you for helping that boy to make memories he'll always carry with him.