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Terry Hunter
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posted June 14, 2003 08:56 AM
Last night around midnight a sick smell woke me.A polecat sprayed close to my heat pump.The smell destroyed a good nights sleep.
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Cdog911
"There are some ideas so absurd only an intellectual could believe them."--George Orwell.
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posted June 14, 2003 10:02 AM
We've got 'em in our neighborhood, but the wife's snoring gets me before the skunks do. A little skunk smell makes me think about trapping season and new bottles of coyote lure. I don't mind it a bit, kinda like the smell of Prince Albert pipe tobacco. My granddad used to smoke a pipe with that stuff and the smell of it always reminds me of him. But, a heat pump full of the stuff is another thing altogether. Nap time.
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varmit hunter
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posted June 14, 2003 05:05 PM
As many of you know I live in rice growing country. We back flood the Fields for Duck hunting.
It is only a ten minute four wheeler ride to the field in front of my house. My buddies had placed my decoys for me several days before season opened, And built me a neat blind.
Opening morning I was fired up to go. Left way to early. Even after covering my Honda with the camo net. Then slowly making my way the last hundred yards on my ATCs ( All Terrain Crutches). It was still forty five minutes till first light.
I decided to watch the lights on I-10 in the crisp clear air. I was having visions of Mallards cupping there wings to my decoys.
Life was great till I caught movement five yards to my left. Yelp the old white stripe kitty was assuming the position. I threw the Benelli to my shoulder. Pulled the trigger ten times as fast as I could. Yes It was plugged for three shells, But ten pulls made me feel better. The three blast left my eyes blinded, But my nose told me I had ruptured his stink tanks.
When day light came. All that could be seen was half his tail sticking out of a large hole. The stink permeated the ground so bad. We had to move the blind.
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Rich
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posted June 15, 2003 06:58 PM
Some of you guys know that I am a retired Policeman. Many years ago when I was working Uniform division on night shift. We got off at 7 A. M, and it is light outside before that time in the summer. I was coming back toward town on the river road when I saw one of my buddies parked along this gravel road. He was sitting there in his cruiser car and writing a report. As I slowly drove by him, I noticed a skunk coming up out of the road ditch, and was going to cross the road right in front of my buddies cruiser. Well being the nice guy that I am, I decided to save my buddy from a confrontation with this skunk. I stuck my .38 out the window and shot the skunk when it was maybe ten feet from his cruiser. I just calmly drove away. My buddy did push the button on his microphone and say the word "THANKS", so at least I knew that he appreciated my efforts. ![[Wink]](wink.gif)
[ June 15, 2003, 06:59 PM: Message edited by: Rich ]
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If you call the coyotes in close, you won't NEED a high dollar range finder.
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Tim Behle
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posted June 17, 2003 07:38 AM
Skunks caught in an open field at night will generally lay still and let you walk right past them. This led to a bad habit for friend of mine in NE Indiana I used to night hunt for fox with a lot.
We would cut across the open hay fields by moon light. When Mark saw one, he didn't turn away from it, instead he would lead you right past it. He was quite good a stepping beside it, then, using his toe, flipping it up in the air at you.
Those who think grown men don't scream, have never been hit by a flying skunk.
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Terry Hunter
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posted June 17, 2003 04:36 PM
My family has coon hunted for years.There is almost nothing worse than having a skunk spray the dogs.Then loading the dogs in your truck.
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Leonard
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posted June 17, 2003 05:45 PM
Tim Behle! Welcome to the New Huntmasters. Glad to have you on board. You've come a long ways, Pilgrim. ![[Smile]](smile.gif)
Good hunting. LB
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Cdog911
"There are some ideas so absurd only an intellectual could believe them."--George Orwell.
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posted June 19, 2003 04:37 PM
Terry, you are so right. My old redtick dog was straight as heck, except for one skunk a night. It didn't matter how good the coon track was, if he crossed a skunk, he'd run it down, roll it up, get a snootful, then come running to me for his butt-kicking before going on out and running straight the rest of the night. My hunting partner at the time hated my dog for this one charactar flaw. So, one night we're out. My fiance - now wife - was along for the walk and my dog lets out his "I got one!" bark. Few seconds later, he does it again, just yards to our right. Suddenly, the skunk appears in the grass right next to us with my dog in hot pursuit. My buddy yells, "SKUUUNNNKKK!!!!!!" and we all take off running down the road as fast as hip waders would allow. 'Bout thirty yards down the way, this red streak goes past us. It's my dog. He must have figured that everybody else is running, so things must be bad. My partner, who is about 70 years old and not much of a runner, stomps into the ditch and comes back with two willow switches. I ask him what they're for. "To whip that dog!" So I say, "But, that only takes one. What's the other one for?" His old face is red as a tomato when he bellows, "This ones for me to take to him when you get tired!" Tell you what... you can't drive a truck fast enough to outrun a dogbox full of skunked up coonhounds on a muggy late summer night. Catches up hard at every intersection.
Rich- good 'un. I remember a lot of, uh, "shennanigans" we pulled on those late night shifts when the world is asleep. Cops and deputies tend to see it all, and pull a few stunts of their own. I remember one incident with a skunk where the guy I was with ripped loose with a fully auto Mini using tracers. Lucky we didn't burn the whole county down. But, it was a very impressive thing to see.
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I am only one. But still, I am one. I cannot do everything, but still, I can do something; and, because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.
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