This reminds me of when I was in high school. I had a buddy whose parent's property abutted another property with an old abandoned farm house. My buddy's family and the other property owner were good friends and my buddy had access to the property which we used for rabbit, and dove hunting fairly often.
He told me he had gone in the old house and found a litter of baby coons. He wanted to get one as a pet when they were old enough. (not the best choice for a house pet by the way)
He and I went there one afternoon after school with a burlap sack, and gloves (to prevent the baby coon from biting/scratching etc.) we didn't take any guns or any thing more lethal than a pocket knife.
We got in the house and found the coons, in a corner near where the floor had collapsed. We got to within about 8 feet of them, when Mama showed up, coming from under the house. Mama was not a fan of our idea to relieve her of one of her babies, nor was she concerned that there were two teenaged boys, who were there to carry it out. She charged us, and grabbed my buddy's pant leg, all the while growling and hissing. I kicked her free from my buddy, which then made me a target of her anger. We both managed to escape with nothing more than some teeth marks in my buddy's jeans, but we decided, that we would definitely seek safer animals to deal with, like maybe Bengal Tigers, or King Cobras.
