You read all 12 pages?Oh my God, thanks guys. I just stumbled across this thread and I haven't had a good laugh like this in a loooooong time
.It sure does progress well
.-Jamie M.
How hard is it to kill a skunk!?!? *UPDATE: HE'S DEAD*
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.It sure does progress well
.-Jamie M.
blacksmithden
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
You read all 12 pages?
It sure does progress well
-Jamie M.
It's only 2 pages
I've got my personal preferences set up to return 100 messages per page
I stayed late last night because I couldn't stop reading and laughing
Originally being from a small northern Ontario town, I've dispatched my share of annoying critters. I don't know if I'd admit not being able to off a skunk with a 12 gauge or not LOL!!!! I fully understand how it hapened, but still
A 12 gauge is the "universal adjustable wrench" of the critter removal world. Ya just gotta have a little practice and know where to set it
Supper is ready right now, but later, I'll type my most memorable experience with a skunk. It involved a broom, flashlight, my bathrobe, and work boots. That's all I'm gonna say for now. You'll all love it LOL!!!!!!
- Location
- Back in the Peace Country
MAN OH MAN WHAT A THREAD !!!!!! GREAT WORK!
I was dying to see when you got that little bastard!
If you had not posted in a few days I would of called the Cops in case that other thing you heard had eaten you!!!!!!!!
Just Great
I was dying to see when you got that little bastard!
If you had not posted in a few days I would of called the Cops in case that other thing you heard had eaten you!!!!!!!!
Just Great
blacksmithden
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
Actually, I'd doubt it does. I download everything in one shot and sit and read for 15 minutes without placing any further demands on the server.
Anyway, here's my skunk story....can't believe I'm telling this in open company, but what the hell
My buddy and I (both from small nothern Ontario towns) were renting an apartment in Richmond Hill, north of Toronto, but still very much in the city. Triplex kind of thing. There was a shed built on the driveway about 20 or so inches from the fence behind it. There were wooden garbage bins built behind the building, but they stunk really badly, so my buddy and I stashed our garbage between the shed and the fence. That was all fine until it got ripped apart a couple of times by what we presumed was a coon. We started using the bins. A few months later, I met my wife, time passes and she moves in. She gets the same bright idea we had and puts the garbage between the shed and the fence. I tell her not to do this, but nothing hapens for a few days, so she sees nothing wrong with it. Sure enough, it gets ripped apart again. I cleaned it up, and forgot to tell her about it. The next night, it's hotter than hell, and we've got the bedroom window open (no A.C.) and I can hear rustling outside. Well, being the good northern boy that I am, I decide to fix the damned problem once and for all by "encouraging" the coon not to come back. I pick up the urban warriors weapon of choice....a broom, throw on my bathrobe over my complete nakedness, jump into my work boots and head for the door. Remembering that a coon is a pretty tough critter to kill with a club type object, especially one with bristles for cushioning, I decide that I want to at least have a backup defence. I grab my flashlight to at least blind it if it does decide that it's tougher than me. Out into "the wilderness" I go. I cautiously make a wide sweeping approach around the corner of the shed. I shine the light, and the garbage bag moved. I give it a swat with the broom, expecting the coon to go flying out the other side of the space between the shed and the fence. At that point, I'd put the chase on it, hopefully getting in some good shots before it could reach anything that would stop the persuit. Anyway, it doesn't run. I give the bag another poke, and it's still in there!!!!!
I think to myself...why you cocky little bas*ard, I'll fix you!!!! I put down the light and I start playing golf pro on the top of the garbage bag. Man, I got in about 5 REALLY good shots before it hapened. The smell!!!!! Oh sweet Jesus, it's a skunk!!!! The only thing that has saved me at this point was that it had made the hole in the opposite side of the bag from where I was standing and by some MIRACLE, I haven't ripped the bag open with my swings. Of course, the thing has emptied the full clip inside the bag!!! My wife is looking out the window, but can't see exactly whats going on because the shed is blocking her view. What she did finally see near the end of this exercise in stupidity was a very fast moving pair of bedsheet white legs (I never wear shorts)....wearing flopping, untied workboots, running at full tilt, backwards up the driveway, yelling "SH*T SH*T SH*T!!!!!!!!". By now, she's laughing her ass off at me, calling out the window "what the hell are you doing????" I ran to the apartment door, almost ripped the storm door off it's hinges, and ran inside, slamming the main door behind me. The air was dead still that night, and the "scene of the crime" was only about 15 feet from our bedroom window. The stink was unbelievable, and we were more than happy to sleep that night with the window closed. I figured, I'm not going near that bag until the stink has settled for a couple of days, so I just left it there. About day 3, I decided it would be safe. I made my wife help me clean it up since I told her not to put the damed thing there. Let me tell ya, it lost about 0.0% of it's smell. As soon as we moved the bag, the stink was right back to full power. We suffered though.
I reflect upon this experience as the luckiest moment of my life since I had just taken on a skunk with a kitchen broom, wearing nothing but work boots and a bathrobe, and come away completely unscathed!!!!! I assure you, this story is 100% true...you just can't make this sh*t up!!!!! LOL !!!!! By the way, I didn't kill the little bugger....or at least it didn't die at the scene....we used the bins for the rest of the time we rented there.
Hope my story of a VERY near miss has given everyone a chuckle. Even I laugh at it now
Cheers....Dennis....
Anyway, here's my skunk story....can't believe I'm telling this in open company, but what the hell
My buddy and I (both from small nothern Ontario towns) were renting an apartment in Richmond Hill, north of Toronto, but still very much in the city. Triplex kind of thing. There was a shed built on the driveway about 20 or so inches from the fence behind it. There were wooden garbage bins built behind the building, but they stunk really badly, so my buddy and I stashed our garbage between the shed and the fence. That was all fine until it got ripped apart a couple of times by what we presumed was a coon. We started using the bins. A few months later, I met my wife, time passes and she moves in. She gets the same bright idea we had and puts the garbage between the shed and the fence. I tell her not to do this, but nothing hapens for a few days, so she sees nothing wrong with it. Sure enough, it gets ripped apart again. I cleaned it up, and forgot to tell her about it. The next night, it's hotter than hell, and we've got the bedroom window open (no A.C.) and I can hear rustling outside. Well, being the good northern boy that I am, I decide to fix the damned problem once and for all by "encouraging" the coon not to come back. I pick up the urban warriors weapon of choice....a broom, throw on my bathrobe over my complete nakedness, jump into my work boots and head for the door. Remembering that a coon is a pretty tough critter to kill with a club type object, especially one with bristles for cushioning, I decide that I want to at least have a backup defence. I grab my flashlight to at least blind it if it does decide that it's tougher than me. Out into "the wilderness" I go. I cautiously make a wide sweeping approach around the corner of the shed. I shine the light, and the garbage bag moved. I give it a swat with the broom, expecting the coon to go flying out the other side of the space between the shed and the fence. At that point, I'd put the chase on it, hopefully getting in some good shots before it could reach anything that would stop the persuit. Anyway, it doesn't run. I give the bag another poke, and it's still in there!!!!!
I think to myself...why you cocky little bas*ard, I'll fix you!!!! I put down the light and I start playing golf pro on the top of the garbage bag. Man, I got in about 5 REALLY good shots before it hapened. The smell!!!!! Oh sweet Jesus, it's a skunk!!!! The only thing that has saved me at this point was that it had made the hole in the opposite side of the bag from where I was standing and by some MIRACLE, I haven't ripped the bag open with my swings. Of course, the thing has emptied the full clip inside the bag!!! My wife is looking out the window, but can't see exactly whats going on because the shed is blocking her view. What she did finally see near the end of this exercise in stupidity was a very fast moving pair of bedsheet white legs (I never wear shorts)....wearing flopping, untied workboots, running at full tilt, backwards up the driveway, yelling "SH*T SH*T SH*T!!!!!!!!". By now, she's laughing her ass off at me, calling out the window "what the hell are you doing????" I ran to the apartment door, almost ripped the storm door off it's hinges, and ran inside, slamming the main door behind me. The air was dead still that night, and the "scene of the crime" was only about 15 feet from our bedroom window. The stink was unbelievable, and we were more than happy to sleep that night with the window closed. I figured, I'm not going near that bag until the stink has settled for a couple of days, so I just left it there. About day 3, I decided it would be safe. I made my wife help me clean it up since I told her not to put the damed thing there. Let me tell ya, it lost about 0.0% of it's smell. As soon as we moved the bag, the stink was right back to full power. We suffered though.
I reflect upon this experience as the luckiest moment of my life since I had just taken on a skunk with a kitchen broom, wearing nothing but work boots and a bathrobe, and come away completely unscathed!!!!! I assure you, this story is 100% true...you just can't make this sh*t up!!!!! LOL !!!!! By the way, I didn't kill the little bugger....or at least it didn't die at the scene....we used the bins for the rest of the time we rented there.
Hope my story of a VERY near miss has given everyone a chuckle. Even I laugh at it now
Cheers....Dennis....
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blacksmithden
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
Oh crap!!!! I almost forgot....congrats on finally dispatching the wee bugger. For all the work you've put into it, you earned your victory in my eyes
I was once stuck inside a kitchen tent with a skunk. My uncle and I were playing cribbage and I felt something bump into my legs, I looked down and there she was .... It was definitely the longest few minutes of my lifetime while we waited for the thing to get out ...
- Location
- Manitoulin Island
Someone I know (locally famous for this) live trapped a skunk that was getting into his garbage in town. Then he tried to put the live trap in the back of his hatchback to release God's little critter in the wild. When he shut the hatch - fortunately the car was a piece of crap anyway.
Mount Sweetness
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
- Location
- Southern Ontario
I had one spray my pup in the face while training, I shot it 6 times with my 20 gauge. I was pissed.
