Ladyhawke1
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I do not mean to hijack here, however, this has been my experience. If old people live long enough we have lots of experiences. 
Look, I hate to be the dingbat that brings this uphowever, keep an eye out for human interference with these animals. I do not recall if they are protected or not. Even then, there are ignorant jerks out there. 
This old woman in her prime has had her run-ins with people with guns. I am not talking about people who hunt. I am talking about people who kill just to be killing something and that something is of no consequence to them or their survival.
My husband and I use to go fishing in some of the I would like to say the most remote areas of this country. It was more like.if we could get the overhead camper in somewhere off the main road we did. No one for miles and all to ourselves ..most of the time.
Once in Utah we had been fishing. Our beloved dog Kippy was always with us. She was totally harmless and would never hurt or chased any other animals. She loved everyone and everything.
When we fished, she would run freely. Since my husband and I never fished in the same spot, she would go check on him and then would go find me and see what I was doing. This was her whole routine and she never wander off. I am thinking now in my ignorance...that we were very lucky that nothing up and grabbed her...because we in our travels have seen big "kittys" and the like quite often. Nature was good to us.
This one day as we had started back to the camper and I ran smack into a skunk.
There was me, the skunk and the river/creek. The skunk was backed up against the water. Not a good place for an animal to possibly be panicked into thinking it was trapped. I was probably about five feet from the little critter.
Skunky, was not panicked.... yet. I turned my head and yelled in a loud whisper to my husband to grab the dog as a precaution. We then slowly and with good thoughts in our heads sidled by Skunky. The dear little near-sighted thing just watched us go by, dog and all. What a treat that was for us to have experienced.
We were back at the truck and in the camper when I heard a young boy yelling to his Dad. I guess they had driven up and park off away from us because we did not know they were there.
Anyway he was yellingDad, Dad get the gun. There is a skunk by the river! My husband looked at meI am sure I turned redder than my hair.
I slammed open the camper door and came out all the while yelling..Thats right just because they call it WILD LIFE you have to blast it away!
For now, it escapes my memory if any other astute things were said on my behalf.
By this time, the Dad had a rifle in his hands and was grabbing his son and was doing a hasty retreat into HIS camper. I was ever so mad.
The next day we came back to fish that spot again. This time I chose the right side of the bridge and as I scrambled down the bank, there was the unmistakable smell of skunk in the air.
Thenthere it was. I came across a little skunk body, or what was left of it. However, the bullet hole was very evident. I will never know if that was OUR skunk or not. I only keep asking .WHY?
Look, I hate to be the dingbat that brings this uphowever, keep an eye out for human interference with these animals. I do not recall if they are protected or not. Even then, there are ignorant jerks out there. This old woman in her prime has had her run-ins with people with guns. I am not talking about people who hunt. I am talking about people who kill just to be killing something and that something is of no consequence to them or their survival.
My husband and I use to go fishing in some of the I would like to say the most remote areas of this country. It was more like.if we could get the overhead camper in somewhere off the main road we did. No one for miles and all to ourselves ..most of the time.
Once in Utah we had been fishing. Our beloved dog Kippy was always with us. She was totally harmless and would never hurt or chased any other animals. She loved everyone and everything.
When we fished, she would run freely. Since my husband and I never fished in the same spot, she would go check on him and then would go find me and see what I was doing. This was her whole routine and she never wander off. I am thinking now in my ignorance...that we were very lucky that nothing up and grabbed her...because we in our travels have seen big "kittys" and the like quite often. Nature was good to us.
This one day as we had started back to the camper and I ran smack into a skunk.
There was me, the skunk and the river/creek. The skunk was backed up against the water. Not a good place for an animal to possibly be panicked into thinking it was trapped. I was probably about five feet from the little critter. Skunky, was not panicked.... yet. I turned my head and yelled in a loud whisper to my husband to grab the dog as a precaution. We then slowly and with good thoughts in our heads sidled by Skunky. The dear little near-sighted thing just watched us go by, dog and all. What a treat that was for us to have experienced.
We were back at the truck and in the camper when I heard a young boy yelling to his Dad. I guess they had driven up and park off away from us because we did not know they were there.
Anyway he was yellingDad, Dad get the gun. There is a skunk by the river! My husband looked at meI am sure I turned redder than my hair.
I slammed open the camper door and came out all the while yelling..Thats right just because they call it WILD LIFE you have to blast it away!
For now, it escapes my memory if any other astute things were said on my behalf.
By this time, the Dad had a rifle in his hands and was grabbing his son and was doing a hasty retreat into HIS camper. I was ever so mad. The next day we came back to fish that spot again. This time I chose the right side of the bridge and as I scrambled down the bank, there was the unmistakable smell of skunk in the air.
Thenthere it was. I came across a little skunk body, or what was left of it. However, the bullet hole was very evident. I will never know if that was OUR skunk or not. I only keep asking .WHY?
