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Paddler Magazine May/June 2006 (OK, It's canoe camping - but I could see this happening anywhere given the number of crittrers I've had to deal with in my camping days).
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After a full day of clean runs on Arizona's Upper Salt, we celebrated in camp with a hearty pasta dinner and libations. The howls began at 4 AM and woke the camp up. A quick check revealed everything was fine, but a couple of us gathered to discuss the horrific cries. The conversation ended abruptly when we caught sight of a sillhouette awkwardly lumbering toward us. Before we could understand what was going on it hit us hard: the burning odor of skunk.
From the darkness Todd's feeble voice called. "Tom, Alice, is.... is that you?" Todd calmly stated he had been dreaming he was home sleeping and his cat jumped onto his face. In his dreams he pushed it off. That's when the skunk sprayed him in the eyes, the dream endid, and the nightmare began. As he yelled in surprise, the skunk sprayed a second time, point blank into his open mouth...
Fortunately, washing his head with the leftover jars of Prego Extra Chunky Spaghetti sauce removed most of the smell. The morning light revealed a puffy-eyed Todd with pieces of green pepper in his scruffy beard and tomatoes in his hair.
Later that day, portaging Quartzite Falls, a member of another trip asked. "does anyone smell skunk?" He was clearly puzzled as to why we all roared in laughter to such an innocent question.
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I have had to deal with my fair share of skunks in my day in camps - but this takes the cake of all the experiences I've had and stories I've heard....
Perry
Slighly edited:
After a full day of clean runs on Arizona's Upper Salt, we celebrated in camp with a hearty pasta dinner and libations. The howls began at 4 AM and woke the camp up. A quick check revealed everything was fine, but a couple of us gathered to discuss the horrific cries. The conversation ended abruptly when we caught sight of a sillhouette awkwardly lumbering toward us. Before we could understand what was going on it hit us hard: the burning odor of skunk.
From the darkness Todd's feeble voice called. "Tom, Alice, is.... is that you?" Todd calmly stated he had been dreaming he was home sleeping and his cat jumped onto his face. In his dreams he pushed it off. That's when the skunk sprayed him in the eyes, the dream endid, and the nightmare began. As he yelled in surprise, the skunk sprayed a second time, point blank into his open mouth...
Fortunately, washing his head with the leftover jars of Prego Extra Chunky Spaghetti sauce removed most of the smell. The morning light revealed a puffy-eyed Todd with pieces of green pepper in his scruffy beard and tomatoes in his hair.
Later that day, portaging Quartzite Falls, a member of another trip asked. "does anyone smell skunk?" He was clearly puzzled as to why we all roared in laughter to such an innocent question.
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I have had to deal with my fair share of skunks in my day in camps - but this takes the cake of all the experiences I've had and stories I've heard....
Perry
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