A few years ago, after a major flash flood in Rifle, we were wandering in the Fairgrounds, wading in the mud and muck when we came across a skunk. It was frantically trying to get a footing on a log so that it could get out of a flooded flat area and onto the muddy, mucky track. Unfortunately, the log was rolling beneath it. For a few minutes, I thought we'd have to rescue the little guy, but he finally was able to get from the log to the drier track and, to my relief, waddled off into the night. I'm glad someone rescued this skunk--my grandfather would have just killed it.
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A few years ago, after a major flash flood in Rifle, we were wandering in the Fairgrounds, wading in the mud and muck when we came across a skunk. It was frantically trying to get a footing on a log so that it could get out of a flooded flat area and onto the muddy, mucky track. Unfortunately, the log was rolling beneath it. For a few minutes, I thought we'd have to rescue the little guy, but he finally was able to get from the log to the drier track and, to my relief, waddled off into the night. I'm glad someone rescued this skunk--my grandfather would have just killed it.
Wow! That's one thing I don't miss...the smell of skunk! LOL
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