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Nothing like getting "skunked" by a skunk on New Year's Day.
What a read though! I was captivated by it all and can detect a faint whisp of the ol' boy's lingering odour.
You need to change your name though. "Hot Guns" just doesn't sound good after the description of your shooting ability. J/K.
Just for fun here's Monty Python's Mosquito Hunter sketch. Your story kind of reminded me of it. Cheers!
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Having been stationed on OK I am very familiar with ode-de-skunk a day not smelling one was a very good day, glad you survived your encounter.
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What a great narration of this exciting event! Laughed till my tummy hurt. When it's cold the skunks fluff up. Most of what you see is hair. You most likely hit very close to him and only parted his fluffy hair. Thanks for sharing your story and giving us all a good laugh to begin our new year.
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Good thing the skunk misfired.
What happened to your EDC? You had to run to your truck?
"He went on two legs, wore clothes and was a human being, but nevertheless he was in reality a wolf of the Steppes. He had learned a good deal . . . and was a fairly clever fellow. What he had not learned, however, was this: to find contentment in himself and his own life. The cause of this apparently was that at the bottom of his heart he knew all the time (or thought he knew) that he was in reality not a man, but a wolf of the Steppes."
Much as I hate to admit Rock, it was laying on top of my computer cabinet. I'm thinking that Sig would have been easier to shoot up close and personal like that.
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I really am so sorry for you. I'm glad you're ok.
But, am I a bad person for laughing so hard I have tears rolling down my face?
Well, look on the bright side - the rest of the year has to smell better.
That was hilarious, HotGuns!!!
Thanks for the laughs, I needed that.
Look at it this way. You can check that of your ToDo list for the year. It's always good to get some things done early!
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A few weeks ago, our dog ran out when the wife came home from work(apprx midnight) and got really whacked by one.
The whole garage and dog, all the bedding and 1/2 the house smelled for 3-4 weeks, even after she was washed and all the dog bedding thrown out.
If you have a live trap, Chocolate, or Marshmallows really seem to atract them.
I used chocolate years ago, and caught 3 in 2.5 weeks.
I think next spring I will begin baiting for them again.
Skunks suck .
Glad he didn't get the worst of you, and good on you thinking and adapting to the "Fight".
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You're lucky. One good hit and you'd have been sentenced to isolation for a while. Anyone who's never been close to a fresh skunk shot does not want to know what they're missing!
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Great story! Good way to start the New Year - those of us reading, that is. There really is little else in nature that stinks as bad as skunk juice, up close and personal.
I dealt with a rabid skunk a while back; choice of weapons was a 20 gauge or a .22 pistol, and I elected the latter. I hoped a .22 Stinger to the brain would interrupt the neural synapses enough to prevent that last throes-of-death discharge. My aim was true and the shot went neatly crosswise ear-to-ear through the sick little bugger's head, but - he still got a massive last shot off. He didn't get me, but he soaked the ground and it was days before the stink subsided. It pains me even to think about it!
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😂 That brought tears to my eyes!
I'm crying over here! That actually made my hand feel better!