*snort* Nice title, eh?
This past weekend, DBF and I were up in the UP at another trapper's convention. It was cold! Oh so cold. The only time I was warm was when I went running Saturday morning and Saturday night when I practically sat on top of the bonfire. Which brings me to my story... Saturday night there we all sat around the bonfire. The trapping stories were flying around (and they're just as bad as fishermen LOL). I had Morgan with me, without a leash and I was pretty mellow with my Capt and Coke. Suddenly we hear a bunch of noise by one of the campers, something getting into the garbage. Everyone's first thought was Morgan, but no she was happily snoring away on my lap. It was a skunk! So this is what happens when you get a bunch of trappers against one little skunk. They all look at each other. *snort* Then they tried to "shoo" the skunk away. LMAO Finally one brave soul grabbed a can of wasp spray and went in to do battle. He prevailed, the skunk waddled off and we women all laughed at all the great trappers trying to shoo away a skunk.