Been there twice, and have been very fortunate each time with no damage and just lots of stink left over. Each time we (being Dad or I, one in the cab, the other some distance away) heard one heck of a scream, lots of thunking, then the following string of cuss words followed by who happened to be in the cab (chaulk one up for each of us). Behind the combine we found all the guts, then wrapped around the fan we found a nicely skinned coon fur, with no damage to the radiator or fan blades. How each of us missed a dang coon in there while checking oil we'll never know.