Close encounters

I am regularly ridiculed by freinds and co workers for enjoying coon hunting, admittedly it is at best considered to be one of those long lost activities only enjoyed by old men, I won't get into what it is considered to be at worst. Regardless, my critics will no doubt be thrilled to get near me now and get a whiff, the I told you so's will be flowing. Last night on a gret mountain hunt my dog got a little confused and ran a skunk into the area where I was resting, I thought she was running a coon as I heard her approaching I also heard the brush rustling on the steep grade right next to me, The next thing I knew a large skunk appeared about 5 feet away YIKES I backed away quickly when Brandy (my dog) broke through the thicket and grabed the skunk. She was sprayed at point blank range right in the face, unfortunately just being close by was not good and I was something of a victim as well, between that and handling the dog I might as well have a dead skunk in my pocket, Shunned by Kirsti and Dan I am in solitary confinement at the farmhouse. Great hunt with a bad ending.