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les grands tueurs de buck n'ont que neuf orteils

You got me on that one

It usually coincides with the whitetail rut ‘round here.
There were 3 dead in a mile or so stretch of Georgia Mtn Rd here last week.
I have 2 interesting memories of skunks and deer hunting when I was a kid.
I hunted with my buddy BT a lot in Woodville. We hunted pretty primitive. Find a cedar with low hanging limbs, climb it, find a comfy crotch or limb and sit. I was doing just that on a real foggy morning up there when I heard leaves rustling. Just knew I was fixing to bust me a deer. Giant skunk came right under me. I held my breath until it got out of sight.
Another time, we came out for lunch and there was a big skunk a long way across a field. BT’s dad tried him. It blew dirt near him. He tried again, same thing. Old skunk would change directions every time. This went on for 4 or 5 shots. It looked like a video game or a war movie. I can still see it clear as a bell in my mind’s eye.

I got one caught in a DP trap bout this time last year. Was nasty

Theyre cute when theyre babys

hello my sweet little butterball ... mmm mmmm MMMM!