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May 25, 2017 20:21:23 GMT -5
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Post by rangersedge on May 25, 2017 20:21:23 GMT -5
Skunk stories.
Supervising new female supervisor of county animal control program. Volunteered to backup for A/C officer. Had call. Someone had borrowed cage trap to catch cat next to house in town. Caught skunk instead. Skunk pulled bunch of material into cage. Was a mess. Wasnt really prepared for that. Slowly used some remaining material to cover trap so skunk remained calm. Carried trap to truck, drove truck to creek out of town, tied rope to corner of cage and casually slid it off bridge railing. Waited several minutes before pulling it back out, opened door, slid deceased skunk out into ditch, pulled material out from around trap and threw it back in truck. No odor. Worried that she would think it was inhumane, but she seemed ok with it and appreciative I helped.
Regular long term animal control officer gets an emergency call from funeral home. They had dug the grave previous day, were back at cemetary to set up tent / chairs / etc for service for funeral internment in an hour and noticed a very live upset skunk was stuck in bottom of grave. A/C officer was able to catch the skunk with his catchpole and carry it out of the cemetery without it spraying - however it sprayed him and his truck the instant he tried to put it in a box. Saved the funeral proceedings, but he and truck stunk for a long time.
Speaking of stinking... My wife "rescued" a lab/German shepherd/? Pup before we started dating. Horrible dog with few redeeming features, tore up furniture/ furnishings, bit my brother, barks / growls at family / friends, etc. We've spent thousands of dollars and lots of hours in trainings to resolve some of those issues. One of those yet unresolved is the dog's insistence on attacking any skunk she finds despite being sprayed an untold number of times. Hate that dog! Came with the wife though...
Two of the luckiest shots I've made were on skunks. Both several years ago.
In one, a friend had just purchased a new Rock River Arms AR15. We were sighting it in in one of our hay fields. After shooting it a bit, we jumped on his new Grizzly 660 four wheeler to go to the target. He drove. I jumped on back. For some reason, I was packing a Glock 26. As we neared the target, we noticed a skunk running across the hay field probably sixty to eighty yards ahead of us and off to left. I rose up on the still moving four wheeler and fired one shot from the 26 at the skunk. Instant dead right there without spraying even - WITH a witness! It doesn't get much better than that!
It was winter with snow on the ground. For some reason I no longer remember, I decide to take a quick trip to my mom's a little over half mile away by air or about a mile by road. Very quick trip, I slip my bare feet into a pair of crocs and head that way in the truck. I notice a skunk headed towards our house (see above note about our stupid dog and understand that I don't want to give it yet another bath in freezing weather). I have to stop that skunk! A search of truck reveals a SW 622 and some ammo. As I load some magazines, the skunk changes direction diagonally towards my mom's cattle shed and puts some distance between us. Once I have two or three magazines loaded, I take off in pursuit. The skunk has a sizable lead. The snow is maybe six inches deep, but it is crusted on top. I'm falling through as the skunk glides across the top. I'm gaining some ground, but then hit the valley. Winds had swept the snow across the flat land and it was about two and a half feet deep in the valley. I plunge through - desperate to get a shot before it reaches the cattle barns - and I lose my crocs in the process. Determined, I make it to a rise and see the skunk running almost straight away probably 80 yards ahead. All together, i've ran maybe 350 yards through the snow. I'm out of breath. My chest is heaving. My feet are freezing. I'm beat. I pull up and take a fast shot with a pistol i had never shot much and probably hadn't shot at all for a couple years. At the shot, the skunk drops dead right there. No movement. Not even odor until some time later. I don't even walk to the skunk to check. I'm done. I retrace my steps, dig through the snow until I find my shoes, and continue on my trip. A few days later, it has warmed up, the snow has melted, and one of my brothers mentions finding a dead skunk out in the pasture. I don't even tell him about the adventure that took place. I still get satisfaction out of it though.
Supervising new female supervisor of county animal control program. Volunteered to backup for A/C officer. Had call. Someone had borrowed cage trap to catch cat next to house in town. Caught skunk instead. Skunk pulled bunch of material into cage. Was a mess. Wasnt really prepared for that. Slowly used some remaining material to cover trap so skunk remained calm. Carried trap to truck, drove truck to creek out of town, tied rope to corner of cage and casually slid it off bridge railing. Waited several minutes before pulling it back out, opened door, slid deceased skunk out into ditch, pulled material out from around trap and threw it back in truck. No odor. Worried that she would think it was inhumane, but she seemed ok with it and appreciative I helped.
Regular long term animal control officer gets an emergency call from funeral home. They had dug the grave previous day, were back at cemetary to set up tent / chairs / etc for service for funeral internment in an hour and noticed a very live upset skunk was stuck in bottom of grave. A/C officer was able to catch the skunk with his catchpole and carry it out of the cemetery without it spraying - however it sprayed him and his truck the instant he tried to put it in a box. Saved the funeral proceedings, but he and truck stunk for a long time.
Speaking of stinking... My wife "rescued" a lab/German shepherd/? Pup before we started dating. Horrible dog with few redeeming features, tore up furniture/ furnishings, bit my brother, barks / growls at family / friends, etc. We've spent thousands of dollars and lots of hours in trainings to resolve some of those issues. One of those yet unresolved is the dog's insistence on attacking any skunk she finds despite being sprayed an untold number of times. Hate that dog! Came with the wife though...
Two of the luckiest shots I've made were on skunks. Both several years ago.
In one, a friend had just purchased a new Rock River Arms AR15. We were sighting it in in one of our hay fields. After shooting it a bit, we jumped on his new Grizzly 660 four wheeler to go to the target. He drove. I jumped on back. For some reason, I was packing a Glock 26. As we neared the target, we noticed a skunk running across the hay field probably sixty to eighty yards ahead of us and off to left. I rose up on the still moving four wheeler and fired one shot from the 26 at the skunk. Instant dead right there without spraying even - WITH a witness! It doesn't get much better than that!
It was winter with snow on the ground. For some reason I no longer remember, I decide to take a quick trip to my mom's a little over half mile away by air or about a mile by road. Very quick trip, I slip my bare feet into a pair of crocs and head that way in the truck. I notice a skunk headed towards our house (see above note about our stupid dog and understand that I don't want to give it yet another bath in freezing weather). I have to stop that skunk! A search of truck reveals a SW 622 and some ammo. As I load some magazines, the skunk changes direction diagonally towards my mom's cattle shed and puts some distance between us. Once I have two or three magazines loaded, I take off in pursuit. The skunk has a sizable lead. The snow is maybe six inches deep, but it is crusted on top. I'm falling through as the skunk glides across the top. I'm gaining some ground, but then hit the valley. Winds had swept the snow across the flat land and it was about two and a half feet deep in the valley. I plunge through - desperate to get a shot before it reaches the cattle barns - and I lose my crocs in the process. Determined, I make it to a rise and see the skunk running almost straight away probably 80 yards ahead. All together, i've ran maybe 350 yards through the snow. I'm out of breath. My chest is heaving. My feet are freezing. I'm beat. I pull up and take a fast shot with a pistol i had never shot much and probably hadn't shot at all for a couple years. At the shot, the skunk drops dead right there. No movement. Not even odor until some time later. I don't even walk to the skunk to check. I'm done. I retrace my steps, dig through the snow until I find my shoes, and continue on my trip. A few days later, it has warmed up, the snow has melted, and one of my brothers mentions finding a dead skunk out in the pasture. I don't even tell him about the adventure that took place. I still get satisfaction out of it though.