LMAO!that's what my dad and I thought but it was confirmed by two people it was skunks! Harvest is right around the corner too but unfortunately not for me.let's just say it's a bad year over here.
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You know you live in the country if......
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Snook
Still Learning
throw away the filters! camouflage...
or are you, in reality, the little 'stinker' stinking up the whole town and blaming it on skunks?
LMAO! At least I've got a good alibi!
A few years ago..
A few years ago..
A few years ago while dredging for gold up in Downieville, CA I was walking to the claim... having a safety meeting with my buds, then...
A couple of N.Y. Cops came by a said it smelled like a skunk, I agreed with them and said yep lots of Skunk around here.
Hardy Har Har
A few years ago..
throw away the filters! camouflage...
or are you, in reality, the little 'stinker' stinking up the whole town and blaming it on skunks?
A few years ago while dredging for gold up in Downieville, CA I was walking to the claim... having a safety meeting with my buds, then...
A couple of N.Y. Cops came by a said it smelled like a skunk, I agreed with them and said yep lots of Skunk around here.
Hardy Har Har
St. Phatty
Active member
Sometimes the skunks are quite docile when I let them out of the cage.
I've changed my approach to cat-capturing though, the reason I set out the cages that end up catching the skunk.
I've been feeding the wild cats afternoon treats, e.g. a chicken bone with meat on it, ice cream, bread filled with warm beef fat, etc.
But it stops at about 3 PM.
They are much less skittish when I come near them now. I'm hoping they will eventually give in to the temptation that their 2 brothers have - free food after 3 PM. But, indoors.
The brother cats crawl through the ventilation ducts of the house to get inside. It's sort of like that movie "Aliens", but without the chest-bursting blood-for-acid drama.
I'm hoping one of these days or nights their brother & sister cat will follow them.
I've changed my approach to cat-capturing though, the reason I set out the cages that end up catching the skunk.
I've been feeding the wild cats afternoon treats, e.g. a chicken bone with meat on it, ice cream, bread filled with warm beef fat, etc.
But it stops at about 3 PM.
They are much less skittish when I come near them now. I'm hoping they will eventually give in to the temptation that their 2 brothers have - free food after 3 PM. But, indoors.
The brother cats crawl through the ventilation ducts of the house to get inside. It's sort of like that movie "Aliens", but without the chest-bursting blood-for-acid drama.
I'm hoping one of these days or nights their brother & sister cat will follow them.
You know you live in the country if.......
You know you live in the country if.......
your drinking partner needs a helmet
You know you live in the country if.......
your drinking partner needs a helmet
and they are scared to drive down the mountainYou know you live in the country if......
When your out of state friends want to come for their first visit, you tell them to write down the directions you're going to give them to your house..
They argue with you that their GPS will get them right to your door,
but you know they will end up 1 and a half miles away and their cell phone won't have service to call you when they're hopelessly lost...
Snook
Still Learning
another nice ass!
You know you live in the country if.......
You know you live in the country if.......
You know you live in the country if.......
You know you live in the country if.......
You know you live in the country if.......
that buck looks taxidermy'd to me.......
You know you live in the country if.......
that buck looks taxidermy'd to me.......
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You know you live in the country if.......
You know you live in the country if.......
you know how to blend in
You know you live in the country if.......
you know how to blend in
You know you live in the country if......
driving within a 5 mile radius of your house, every car you meet waves to you..
Even if you don't know them personally, you recognize each other's truck, and you know you've met in the local country store at least once or twice!
driving within a 5 mile radius of your house, every car you meet waves to you..
Even if you don't know them personally, you recognize each other's truck, and you know you've met in the local country store at least once or twice!
al70
Well-known member
i dont need the baseball cap stoner, lol
M
moose eater
Your son killed his after-school snack in the driveway.
M
moose eater
Ruffed grouse.... Not the neighbors' cat or turkeys.. That'd be more of a dinner thing...
Ruffed grouse.... Not the neighbors' cat or turkeys.. That'd be more of a dinner thing...
before my back/legs gave out on me I used to slay them grouse in heavy numbers, I broke the law but I was feeding myself, so fuck 'em.
fairly often I'd go out for my limit twice a day, I had one or two dogs to hunt behind so the birds didn't stand a chance.......
god had the decency to make grouse dumber than shit, good eating.
M
moose eater
Used to be we had way more spruce grouse here; a darker meat, more gamey, and less desirable in my opinion.
This year the ruffed grouse seem to be giving me a heart-attack every other time I walk the dogs around the property. Like a pheasant, waiting until you're about on top of them, then fluttering that rapid-drum-beat rhythm as they speed off all of perhaps another 40 feet, and land again.
Ruffed are the white meat of the grouse, and much less gamey. Pretty tasty sliced thinly and fried in canola or coconut oil with garlic, pepper, and salt. Though when we were building our home a couple decades ago, I'd take spruce hen breasts and slice them up, making Szechuan-style stir-fry for my two older kids, who were quite young then. They got to where they asked for it, whereas I'd considered it what we made due with, as a cheap meal gathered when driving between the building site and the cabin we were living in at that time.
We used to shoot ptarmigan in the mountains, both in the Yukon Territory in the mid-70s, and Alaska since then. You could encounter a brood of 20 to 30 birds in the open, up in the alpine areas, shoot one or three, have a few fly off in panic, and the remainder sit and wait to join the others in the stew pot.
A lot like the fainting goats. Not a real effective defense mechanism.
brown_thumb
Active member
...if others offer help when needed and expect nothing in return.
