The Unexpected Secrets Behind Capturing Coons and the Surprising Role of the Chicken Revealed
Now, my right foot still hurts from the first attack, when I put my chicken sh*t shoe under his belly and launched him into mid-air. I had to do that twice in just a few seconds before he figured out that just wasn’t a fun game at all.
So, like I said, my foot still hurts (I still have a knot on top – I think I broke one of the tiny bones in there). I wasn’t consciously thinking about that when he was about to attack. (I was more concerned about him taking flight, and aiming his spurs at my eyeballs!) But my subconscious remembered, because I didn’t put my foot under his belly to play the soaring rooster game again. Instead, I screamed with fury, pushed my foot outward, and the bottom of my chicken sh*t shoe landed squarely on his left side. He tumbled to the right and fell down.
