Two years ago, Brett found this place called Doublehead Resort in Town Creek, AL. We stayed there and loved it. It's a three bedroom cabin with a wood burning fireplace. Well, our first trip two years ago was restful. The whole idea of this place is to do nothing since there is absolutely nothing there but nature trails and quail hunting.
This year we stayed at this cabin for two nights on our way home from the Oprylanad Hotel. Brett's parents came and stayed for the first night (thank goodness!). First of all, Tucker was fascinated by the fire (which is no surprise if you know Brett well). So, we had to be super cautious with Tucker in this non-baby-proof cabin.
As we were eating dinner the first night we kept hearing some noise but thought it was coming from outside. After some investigation (just listening) Brett and his dad thought a squirrel or rat was in the walls. I wasn't fruiting out just yet because I was trying to get Tucker to bed and I needed to give him a bath so I was going to just jump in the bath with him. I was in the tub and Brett brought Tucker in to me. However, before he could hand Tucker to me, I heard this awful, huge animal CLAWING behind the part of the tub that you lean against (you know to relax!). This thing was climbing the back of the tub. You can imagine how loud it's nails sounded on the fiberglass. Hearing this noise, I jump up and screamed bloody murder and of course Tucker sees his mom upset so he starts screaming.
After throwing on my clothes, Tucker and I go to the living room and stand by the fire while Brett and his dad search the attic and under the cabin for this "critter." Meanwhile I have gone upstairs and put my 8 month old baby in a small shower (I didn't let the water hit him on the head) and attempted to bath him. Of course, he is still a little shaken by the bloody murder scream so although the shower wasn't hurting him at all, he starts fruiting out and screaming like he does at the doctor! Finally, after literally 2 minutes, the bath/shower is over and Tucker is getting his pajamas on.
Being coon hunters, Brett and his father know coon poop when they see it and they come to the conclusion that the critter is definately a coon. We call critter control and they cannot do anything to get the coon out, they said he would have to come out on his on. They could only offer to move us ot a different cabin. Anyone with a baby knows how much moving this would involve, so I decide to ride it out. The critter control man sets out a trap outside the cabin. All night, I hear the coon playing with acorns above my head.
We did not catch the coon that night and the next day he sleeps all day. The second night he wakes up and starts stirring around 5 pm. Brett and I have a huge fire going and it starts to die out but I make Brett put on the last log. He knew that there wasn't enough fire but decided to do it anyway. That morning at 4 am I wake up to the coon squalling and smoke. The log had not burned but fell off the grate and sat on the ashes. Brett discovered that we had smoked the coon out of the cabin, which is a real technique that coon hunters use when they can't get a coon out of a tree. They start a small fire at the bottom of the tree in a little hole and it runs the coon out of the tree! We were happy to have helped the next family who stayed in the cabin. Anyway, it was funny and we had a really good time. Thank you Patti and Ronnie for all of the good food and company! We love you!
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