Unfortunately the man was me. I was out on a hike yesterday not far from home and as I was walking along a stream when I heard something behind me. I turned and there was this raccoon, snarling and coming in fast.. I jumped back and yelled at it and swung my stick at it. It backed off and regrouped, and i guess he figured he could take me because he came at me again. I yelled and swung my stick again. This time he backed off about twenty feet or more and I thought this was a good opportunity to run. As soon as I turned to run he came at me again. This was a full charge from twenty some feet away. At this point I really wished I had a bigger stick. I went at him yelling and I hit the ground in front of him with my stick. I think the impact of stick on the ground made it aware that HE might hurt, because he backed off for good.
It was quite a while before I could relax and quit looking over my shoulder. At first I assumed it had rabies but as we got better acquainted I notice what looked like two porcupine quills stuck under it's jaw. Maybe he was injured and desperate or maybe he did have rabies and that's why he bit a porcupine. If I didn't have the stick I'm pretty sure I would have had to kick it to keep it off me and that would have been way to close for comfort..
It was quite a while before I could relax and quit looking over my shoulder. At first I assumed it had rabies but as we got better acquainted I notice what looked like two porcupine quills stuck under it's jaw. Maybe he was injured and desperate or maybe he did have rabies and that's why he bit a porcupine. If I didn't have the stick I'm pretty sure I would have had to kick it to keep it off me and that would have been way to close for comfort..