I found a baby coon crossing the road one june day when i was 16,ma was nowhere to be found and neither where any of his kin. He was malnourished and wobbly. I grabbed theblanket from the back seat and covered him, picked him up like a sack and took him home.
I was looking him over when I noticed a part in his fur,I looked into the part, and lice had just hatched,they where going in every direction deepin his coat, he also had a couple wood ticks in his ears. I went to the local drug store and got some lice medicine for head lice,I think it was really linseed oil, soaked him down with it,and let it on him for 15 minutes or so,meanwhile he licked some of it off his fur, then acted really drunk. I littlerally stuck my thumb on his tongue and lower teeth and used my index finger on his lower jaw to open his mounth like a hindge and poured milk down his throat.
He finally came around and trun out to be a cool pet for almost 4 years before he left and never came back. He would follow me through the woods,down to the creek to gather crawdads, ride on the hood playing with the antena in my 67 impala 4 door, ride the dog like a horse, and ball up the meanest barn cats till they cried uncle... Rocky Racoon was cool,and what a h ellrazer he was!
Any woodsman with a lick of sense can tell a rabid animal and the OP made the call, he seemed to point out many of the details one may look for and prolly saw more he failed to mention. Pretty sure it wasn't the first coon he saw. And yes,I have seen them during the day and no they didn't have rabies, just a pleasure to watch along the shore side.