Fingers
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So we had a 'visitor' move into the garage. I have no one to blame but myself because we're country people and I left some scrap bones for the dog out in the garage. I was feeding them to her a little at a time and then forgot all about them. As a result, a small skunk took up residence in a little pile of hay and was feeding on the scraps and some chicken feed supplement from last year's flock.
The garage bay is pretty full with stuff stored for the winter. A lot of it is very expensive and delicate so I was loathe to be discharging a firearm in there. My wife didn't want me doing the old antifreeze in a bowl solution because it's cruel. That leaves me few options.
So I got the hose out and was spraying into where the animal was resting and I did manage to flush it out. My plan was to get it outside and then shoot it where there wasn't any danger of ricochet.
Well, I got him out of his resting place but he wouldn't leave the garage. Don't blame him. It's freakin' miserable here. Mother Nature is playing silly bugger by dumping a bunch of wet, slushy snow all over everything.
So we captured the skunk. Keeping in mind that a skunk needs to raise its tail to spray we were able to corner it and use a pair of heavy leather gloves to grab it. My 16 year old son had hold of this thing and we hopped into our van and drove it several miles away to release it. This is the van we bought last year. SWMBO likes this van. Not very impressed about having a live skunk in 'her' van.
So the skunk had to do a rolling exit at low speeds from the vehicle outside his new home as we kept on going past. He didn't have time to set up and aim. The intent was to release him unharmed into the wild to live his life amongst his brethren. Or something like that.
So we turn around a little further down the road and wait a few minutes for the animal to shake it off and wander into the bush, and then we head back to see his progress. The little bastard was making a beeline along the ditch back down the road in the same direction we came. Yes, it was several miles from my house, but there isn't anything but fields between where we dropped it off and home.
This was a fairly young skunk and he was likely pretty freaked out about the whole thing. I don't think he was that familiar with his primary defensive weapon yet as can be evidenced by the lack of malodorous emanations coming from his abductors. So I was able to get down into the ditch and bluff him into going back the way he came. Let me say that again. I was able to bluff a SKUNK into retreating back the way he came.
So there is some lingering smell on the gloves and on my son's coat but we're driving away fairly unscathed and the boy looks over at me and says, 'That's something city people would do.' I sort of nod and just carry on and a few minutes later he says, 'Naw, they'd just call animal control.'
Things get weird around here sometimes.
The garage bay is pretty full with stuff stored for the winter. A lot of it is very expensive and delicate so I was loathe to be discharging a firearm in there. My wife didn't want me doing the old antifreeze in a bowl solution because it's cruel. That leaves me few options.
So I got the hose out and was spraying into where the animal was resting and I did manage to flush it out. My plan was to get it outside and then shoot it where there wasn't any danger of ricochet.
Well, I got him out of his resting place but he wouldn't leave the garage. Don't blame him. It's freakin' miserable here. Mother Nature is playing silly bugger by dumping a bunch of wet, slushy snow all over everything.
So we captured the skunk. Keeping in mind that a skunk needs to raise its tail to spray we were able to corner it and use a pair of heavy leather gloves to grab it. My 16 year old son had hold of this thing and we hopped into our van and drove it several miles away to release it. This is the van we bought last year. SWMBO likes this van. Not very impressed about having a live skunk in 'her' van.
So the skunk had to do a rolling exit at low speeds from the vehicle outside his new home as we kept on going past. He didn't have time to set up and aim. The intent was to release him unharmed into the wild to live his life amongst his brethren. Or something like that.
So we turn around a little further down the road and wait a few minutes for the animal to shake it off and wander into the bush, and then we head back to see his progress. The little bastard was making a beeline along the ditch back down the road in the same direction we came. Yes, it was several miles from my house, but there isn't anything but fields between where we dropped it off and home.
This was a fairly young skunk and he was likely pretty freaked out about the whole thing. I don't think he was that familiar with his primary defensive weapon yet as can be evidenced by the lack of malodorous emanations coming from his abductors. So I was able to get down into the ditch and bluff him into going back the way he came. Let me say that again. I was able to bluff a SKUNK into retreating back the way he came.
So there is some lingering smell on the gloves and on my son's coat but we're driving away fairly unscathed and the boy looks over at me and says, 'That's something city people would do.' I sort of nod and just carry on and a few minutes later he says, 'Naw, they'd just call animal control.'
Things get weird around here sometimes.