Same with me Calvin. I was checking my trapline early one morning... I was about 15 or so.... and I came to one ground set that had a skunk in it, caught by the front foot. He was wimpering and softly crying. I had my .22 rifle with me and I laid it on the ground and began softly talking to the poor thing. After about five minutes or so he quieted down and I moved closer to him and he didn't seem bothered. After a few more minutes I slowly reached both hands toward him... he showed a little more concern and cautiously sniffed my hand as I gently depressed the spring and released his foot. He walked off about twenty feet but came right back to me, turned around, lifted his tail and squirted me with his vile sticky fluid.... I guess he remembered he should have done that earlier
