Thanksgiving 1975...
A date that will be burned into my memory till the end of my days...
Something... had dug a big hole up under the slab of our house two nights before.
So my Pop had me set a muskrat trap (spring trap) just inside the hole Wednesday afternoon.
Later that night Mom was cooking the Turkey and Dressing for friends and family coming in to have dinner with us.
And Man, was it smelling Good...
About midnight the dog started going ballistic. So Pop and I, armed with a Flashlight, Benjaman Pellet gun and a Machete and the dog went out to check the trap.
At this point we still didn't know what we had
Pop had the light and Pellet Gun.
I had the Machete and the dog.
As I laid a hand on the Tight chain, the dog lunged and barked down the hole, and out popped the Biggest Skunk I've ever seen...
And understandably, he came out fighting.
It was Pandemonium...
Pop missed his shot...
And I had the skunk by the chain... never thought to just let it go and run... I was 8.
Circling, the dog is trying to get at the skunk.
Pop's pumping the Benjaman, light flailing all over.
The skunk is bowed up on the dog.
And I'm trying to get an angle on the skunk with the Machete...
Then for a brief instant I got a clear shot on the skunk in the moon light and dispatched him with a clean stroke.
The whole sorted affair couldn't have taken more than five minutes.
But at the time it seemed like an hour...
As we stepped back to try to catch our breath all we could do was cough and gag.
The Skunk, fighting for his life, had managed to spray the three of us.
I'll never forget that smell...
The smell of Skunk and Turkey Dinner cooking...
Mom had to pack everything up and move down the road to a friends place to finish cooking.
Pop the dog and I were not invited...
-gus