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A story about a skunk

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Offline desertflwr

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A story about a skunk
« on: January 28, 2010, 03:27:53 PM »
Years ago we owned a tent that was a tent inside a tent.  It was a 8 x 10 enclosed tent (with a floor) that was attached to a steel frame with a larger unenclosed tent (without a floor), 12 x 12 or so, surrounding it.  We had bought it from a neighbor who had bought it in France.  It was pretty neat.  The enclosed tent had a screen door and we had our cots set next to the door.  In the middle of the night I heard a noise.  So I turned to where I could look out the screen.  My head was about a foot away from the screen and all my senses were alert.  My husband was next to me on his cot sound asleep and snoring.  All of a sudden a skunk meanders through between the outside tent and the inside tent about a foot away from the screen.  My husband's snore got the skunks attention and all of a sudden the skunk stopped with his tail up about a foot away from where we were sleeping.  I put my hand over my husband's mouth and thankfully he didn't wake up.  The skunk sat there for a moment and decided to move on.  Catastrophe averted.     
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Offline OldJeepr

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Re: A story about a skunk
« Reply #1 on: January 28, 2010, 05:05:48 PM »
Way back when our kids were small, we were camped in the Chisos Basin with a slide-in pickup camper.  The first night, after the two youngsters had been bedded down, the wife and I were enjoying the quiet when a small parade of skunks meandered through our campsite.  We didn't bother them, and thankfully they returned the favor.  The next morning we told the children about the skunk parade, and they pleaded to be allowed to stay up late that night to see for themselves.  After dusk that evening we relented, but set some specific rules.  They would have to stay on the tailgate of the truck, and could make absolutely no noise if the skunks appeared.  It was a bright, moonlit night.  As I saw the skunks approaching, I very quietly reminded the children of the basic rules - be quiet and don't move!  The skunks began their parade and the children were fascinated.  Then one skunk deviated from the path and headed straight for the back of the truck.  It walked casually under the tailgate, it's erect tail brushing the bottoms of their bare feet.  It must have been agony, but the children didn't flinch from the tickling.  It became a nightly ritual for the rest of that trip, except that they kept their feet on the tailgate from that night on.

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Offline desertflwr

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Re: A story about a skunk
« Reply #2 on: January 29, 2010, 09:17:25 AM »
I'll bet your kids loved the skunk experience.  The skunks were prolific in the Basin years ago and may still be.  I don't think we ever camped there that we didn't have one or more come for a visit at night.  We were playing dominos by lantern light at our campsite one night and there was several of them that were set on coming for a visit.  We had to gather a pile of gravel and fling it at the skunks because they kept trying to come into the campsite, first behind my husband as he sat facing me and then when that didn't work out they tried a different route trying to come in behind me.  They are persistent little critters.  

Way back when our kids were small, we were camped in the Chisos Basin with a slide-in pickup camper.  The first night, after the two youngsters had been bedded down, the wife and I were enjoying the quiet when a small parade of skunks meandered through our campsite.  We didn't bother them, and thankfully they returned the favor.  The next morning we told the children about the skunk parade, and they pleaded to be allowed to stay up late that night to see for themselves.  After dusk that evening we relented, but set some specific rules.  They would have to stay on the tailgate of the truck, and could make absolutely no noise if the skunks appeared.  It was a bright, moonlit night.  As I saw the skunks approaching, I very quietly reminded the children of the basic rules - be quiet and don't move!  The skunks began their parade and the children were fascinated.  Then one skunk deviated from the path and headed straight for the back of the truck.  It walked casually under the tailgate, it's erect tail brushing the bottoms of their bare feet.  It must have been agony, but the children didn't flinch from the tickling.  It became a nightly ritual for the rest of that trip, except that they kept their feet on the tailgate from that night on.
« Last Edit: January 29, 2010, 09:28:31 AM by desertflwr »
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Offline homerboy2u

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Re: A story about a skunk
« Reply #3 on: January 29, 2010, 10:16:53 AM »
Thank God, I recorded this fish story or else....... :eusa_liar::

 We were up on the Sierra del Burro in November 2003, My friend and mentor Jose Pi?a (r.i.p) was showing me around many things about the Sierras and it's diversitites. He had set up a couple of traps to show me all the animals that lived in this ecosystem.
 Out all the small creatures we were looking for, a skunk was trapped inside.



 So we were looking at each other to see who was going to free the cage, with out getting sprayed...that skunk was fisty.



 I said, well i have the camera. Some one has to take pictures.... :eusa_eh:, the rest eyeballed each other and so we started to get in these beautiful set of words,like when some one ask: who is going to put the lipstick on the pig. :eusa_hand:



 We were still deliberating,while my friend and mentor Jose just went to the trap and released the latch to free the skunk.


 We were a bunch of newbies,just starting to learn the ropes on riding and living in the high Sierras,man those were the days. That little skunk,just ran off to go to his everyday chores.


Nice little creatures, you respect them..they respect you back. These little critters almost never see a human and hence have little or no fear of us.





 


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Offline Roy

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Re: A story about a skunk
« Reply #4 on: January 29, 2010, 10:29:24 AM »
Nice little creatures, you respect them..they respect you back. These little critters almost never see a human and hence have little or no fear of us.
The way it should be.  OTOH, I've seen people in the Basin campground actually feeding them :eusa_wall:
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Offline desertflwr

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Re: A story about a skunk
« Reply #5 on: January 29, 2010, 04:58:26 PM »
Thank God, I recorded this fish story or else....... :eusa_liar::
An awesome story and pictures.  Your friend was a brave man!
« Last Edit: January 29, 2010, 10:16:36 PM by RichardM »
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Offline CactusFlower

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Re: A story about a skunk
« Reply #6 on: January 30, 2010, 10:41:59 PM »
Anyone who has stayed in the Basin probably has a skunk story!  Ours usually involve fear that the rustling outside the tent is a bear. 

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Offline desertflwr

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Re: A story about a skunk
« Reply #7 on: January 31, 2010, 08:25:01 AM »
Anyone who has stayed in the Basin probably has a skunk story!  Ours usually involve fear that the rustling outside the tent is a bear.  

Its been a few years since we went backpacking in the Chisos.  Way back when, before the bears migrated in, my concern was the mountain lion.  I remember one memorable trip when, in the middle of the night, I heard rustling around outside and heard something sniffing the tent just on the outside of the tent from where I slept.  :icon_eek:  As usual my husband was unconcerned and went back to sleep!!  Being a backpacking tent it was small.  I thought how vulnerable we were.  Kind of like a snack bite or something.  
« Last Edit: January 31, 2010, 06:29:57 PM by desertflwr »
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Offline East Texan

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Re: A story about a skunk
« Reply #8 on: June 09, 2010, 09:38:55 PM »
Miles of Texas and I were camping in the basin.  MOT was at the bear box.  He opened the door to get something out and a skunk who was under the box reached in and grabbed a loaf of bread and carried it off to the brush.  He ripped it open, sniffed it, turned up his nose and wandered off.  I guess he wanted peanut butter and jelly on it.

We mentioned it to the camp host and she said that they have learned how to unzip a tent.  Smart little devils. 

p.s. MOT did not eat the bread.

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Re: A story about a skunk
« Reply #9 on: June 10, 2010, 05:35:12 AM »



We mentioned it to the camp host and she said that they have learned how to unzip a tent.  Smart little devils. 


Raccoons are smart too.  We were camping in RGV one trip years ago.  This was back before ice chests and everything else had to be put up.  We were sleeping in the back of the truck because we had arrived late.  Our ice chest was out on the ground and contained, among other things, BBQ ribs leftover from the trip out.  In the middle of the night we were awakened by some noise, turned the flashlight on, and there were two raccoons helping themselves to the BBQ ribs.  They had figured out how to open the ice chest.  We threw shoes at them and everything else we could think of and they just ducked from the missiles and kept eating.  My husband finally got tired of that and got up and tried to shoo them away.  They complained but finally gave up and took off.   
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