About 40+ years ago I was squirrel hunting and just after daybreak I knocked down a busytail. Not wanting to move I waited about 10 mins. and after seeing no more activity I walked over to the spot where he dropped. Leaving my rifle propped up against a tree next to my stool I eased over. Coming around a big Hickory tree I come face to face with a monster skunk which had begun chomping on my prize. He saw me at the same time I saw him. I don't know who was more surprised. Not having my rifle there was'nt much I could do but slowly retreat. He grabbed the squirrel and lumbered away leaving me squirrel-less my stink free. Lesson is- always carry your weapon when you are moving. How many of you have gotten out of your duck blind or goose pit to relieve yourself or to rearrange your decoys only to look up and see one or more birds with their wings cupped gliding into your spread?
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