0311 hrs this morning, standing in my elevated blind(bedroom balcony); looking down on my bait(dog kibbles). No moon yet, bait lit only by the power that be(Bonneville Electric yard light). I see movement, turn on my torch(British for flashlight). There is my quarry snarling defiantly at me. I put the front sight on its neck and fire. It gives one final roar(read spray) and succumbs. White Hunter, Alfred Peck 1943-???? from the Annuls of Skunk Hunting in Modoc Country 2014 Edition
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 16:04:37 +0000