Pond Boss Forums GENERAL QUESTIONS Pond Boss Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Yard

A bullet went through her head. Skunks aren’t supposed to be walking around in the daytime even when pregnant.

Gail, who is normally a compassionate person, said she was glad it was dead and there would be no babies.

I intended to move it off the yard but I couldn’t handle it in my olfactory. Maybe after it freezes tonight it won’t be stinking to high Heaven…....C'mon stink!

(I can take a photo in the morning if anyone is interested)

Maybe if you moved it to the new factory (is that what you call the workshop?), you could handle it.



Of course we're interested! Seriously. Who here doesn't like pics of dead stuff?

Where's Tan? Send him out there to drag it off! Make him earn his keep!

Send it to Ken. He'll cook it for the next get together of East Coast drunks.

Pepe LeBremer

Dwight, next time try a double lung shot. Trappers say a double lung shot is far less likely to create a stink when dispatching Mr. Stinky. A head shot almost guarantees your olfactory sense will get offended.

Man, Dwight, what did that skunk ever do to you?

You might just have to burn it now.

There may have been allegations of alcohol consumption, but we categorically deny that any one of the participants was drunk! And it would take severe drunkenness to get any of us to consume a skunk!

Awwww! How cute! Looks like he's taking a nap!

Dwight if you got that close for a photo it can't stink that bad.
Or is that a satellite photo.

The skunk looks like it was healthy. What is it's relative weight?

Maybe you should age the skunk with an otillith (sp?) examination?

Dwight, There is a dead squirrel on Lincoln Street straight north of Jimmy Jo's shop if you would like to add that to your gut pile.

Nope its by his remote inspecting atv robot.



Nope Tan is busy chasing Furhead Wheelchock.



Nope throw it in the pond for the NP to eat – everyone knows they eat anything.

We just got back about an hour ago from our trip to Pond Boss IV. (We took a slight detour on our way back.)

Dwight -- because of our delay in getting back from the conference, if you want to send it out as Dave D., suggested, send it first to Cecil so he can get the good meat out, while salvaging the pelt for a nice hat. Please ask Cecil to send the remaining part of the carcass to Sunil to remove the otolith so we can properly determine the age. And Sunil, please send the remainder of the remainder to Todd to store until we can all get together and properly cook this thing once we know how old it is.

I'd store it in my freezer, but ESSHUP and I swapped some various body parts before we left the conference, and my freezer is again full.

Good Eatin'
Ken



Just how severe???

I know it is springtime, and love is supposed to be in the air, but didn't they both take a life-altering ride into town with Dwight?

Furhead had babies so I don't know if she has since been fixed. I can't keep all the cats straight. Just cause Tan was fixed dosen't mean he is not a Tom - plus he dosen't like work.

For ewest, I will summarize.

The Insiders:

Buck is the elder (17 years) house cat. He has his back claws and is unaffected by female pheromones. He has never encountered a live mouse and even if he did he wouldn’t remember it.

Tan is the office cat. He has all his claws and is unaffected by female pheromones. He likes an occasional mouse until they quit moving. At that point he brings them to me for approval. Tan also enjoys Mule rides and being out on the Barge in the summer. He will go for a swim on his own volition when the water is over 60 F or so (he uses the paw test).

Zeke is the young house cat. He has no claws and is unaffected by female pheromones. He has never encountered a live mouse. If he did he would play it until he lost it under a piece of furniture (where 30 odd fake mice and toys reside). His favorite thing is find the highest perch where he shouldn’t be and look down on Gail and me.

The Outsiders:

Furhead is a fully functional baby shooter and wheel chock as well. She was run over back a pickup truck about a month ago, feared dead, and then recovered; blind in one eye though.

Sorry to say the 8 other Outsiders haven’t names. They are lucky if they live 5 or 6 years in the semi-wild. One male and one female are human friendly albeit warily. The others are wild as the wind except when the food pan is filled each morning.

I am looking for a cat that will charge across the surface of the water and bite the heads off cormorants. The occasional skunk, I can handle myself.

Let Sue name the unnamed outsiders.

Just to make this clear, Ken and I traded venison body parts, not human. (and I ended up leaving my pastrami in texas, dang it. I didn't even get to taste it!)

I leaded another stink-walker that was staggering down the driveway in the middle of the day. It was 92 degrees at the time with a 30 mph wind.

Shooting a skunk from up wind is always a good plan no matter the wind speed.

Poor skunk. From the description of it's actions, and from the picture, I'm guessing it might have been involved in emptying some of those bouy's on Dwight's Christmas Tree project.

Dwight, you did good. There's no good reason for that skunk to be out in those conditions.

Now the question is, how did you remove it after it met it's demise?

After documenting the occasion I let him cure in the hot sun for a couple hours. Then, deftly (with gloved hand) picked him up by the scruff of the neck, carried him over to and tossed him into the mighty Rock River. Burial as river, as it were.