MY FIRST SKUNK
One day about the middle of October I found a hole in the ground, but I did not think there was a mouse in the hole, let alone a skunk. But to make myself believe I was a trapper I set a trap there. The next morning when I got there the trap was sprung, but no skunk. So setting it again I went home; but the next morning I had no better success. I put four more traps there and the next morning I came I had something; but what?
Why, old Tabby. So setting the trap again I went about my work. But when I came down the next morning there was a broad-stripe skunk waiting for me. Well, my heart almost jumped out of my mouth, for I only expected to see old Tabby again. But running up to the house I got my .22 rifle and some cartridges and tried to put a cartridge in it, but it would not go. I put the rifle away and going down where the skunk was I grabbed a stick and hit the skunk on the back. Then and there I learned what a skunk had to defend itself with. Our neighbor was sowing on the other side of the fence and when he came around he asked what was up. So we both picked up a stone and thus ended his skunkship. After taking the "pride" of my eye home, I rigged up a skinning device an 1 hunted an old butcher knife and introduced it to the grindstone. I soon had it skinned and on the board.
But what was the matter with the rifle? Why, it was the first firearm I ever owned and did not think of cleaning it and on Sunday the fellow came over I bought it from and I told him about it. He looked at it a little and then told me to get my cleaning rod and after he had it cleaned it worked fine.
E. M. Nacc.
Dauphin Co., Pa.
Fur, News. Fur News, January 1916.
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