What the hell to do if you've got a live skunk in a live trap. Sadly, ain't no way I'm getting anywhere close to being sprayed by a pole cat so I had to dispatch it with my .410. However the bastard did decide to spray in my direction once he realized his days were numbered, so somehow I got some skunk juice on me and let me tell you I've been holding back a gag reflex all day.
Just got a little bit ended up on my belt and jeans when I had to empty the trap, but I might add a little bit of skunk pee goes a long way. Merritt is on her way up in a couple hours, think I might need to jump in a hot shower,
Fortunately Willow (my 13 year old Black Lab) decided to stay in the Mule with Bailey and avoid the olfactory onslaught. Wish I had been as wise.
Later.
2 comments:
Nice blog, bro
Nice...I think we can find a nickname for you in this story. Skunk Pants comes to mind, but I will think on it for a bit. Great blog, I am excited to read it.
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