Makes ya wonder how the male coon broke it, now does it not.
Well............... ever seen a Boar and Sow Coon in the wild and "in the arms of Venus?" I can tell you it is NOT always a romantic "meeting."
We took the dogs out one year a couple of months before Coon season, just to keep their "paws and throats" in practice for the upcoming season. My friend's best coon hound picked up the trail first and the other two dogs followed in. Then all of a sudden, we heard the gosh dangdest screams, growls, yelps, and carrying on that we believed the coon had begun fighting the dogs. So, we ran there quick as possible to break up the fight and came to a small clearing in the woods to a sight we did not EVER expect to find.
Even with three dogs barking and raising Cain around them only a few feet away at most, the Boar Coon was NOT going to stop even though the Sow was fighting, biting and clawing him while they rolled over back and forth around the entire clearing in what looked like a knock down drag out fight to the death. All we could do was stand there and stare with dropped jaws, since the dogs were in no danger.
Finally the Boar finished and I swear the Sow cussed him out vividly in "Coon Language" before she took off for the hills as fast as possible. The dogs let her go, but kept barking at him. That's when we stepped in to grab the dogs by their collars. Now I'm not going to tell you the Boar took time to smoke a cigarette, but he had a weird look on his face and then sort of stumbled around as he ran off. Maybe we had witnessed an act that damaged his bone, but I'll never know for sure.
My friend we hunted with was about 20 years older than us. After the dogs stopped barking, in a quiet voice he said, "Glad Mom (his wife) never reacted that way with me." At that point we laughed so hard we were rolling on the ground.
We later asked him if he had ever seen anything like that before and he told us he had never even heard of a coon hunter stumbling onto a situation like that.
Gus