1966
We had a skunk in the attic at our 100 year old Home Stead ranch
located in wild next to the resort town of Clear Lake Oaks Ca... The
skunk would climb up between the walls to feast on the cat food in the
attic... My Dad hatched a plan to end the pest... first he news papered
the attic floor and centered the pan of food upon... next he loaded his 12
gauge shot gun with low base shells... and finally he opened the attic
windows... late that night we took a whiff and said mercy that ain't
no rose... get the shotgun and hold your nose... We scaled the stairs
and took our planned positions... We could hear the skunk clawing
his way toward us... My dad took aim and waited for the skunk to begin
eating... WHOM!!! he fired... the noise was deafening... the smoke was
blinding... BBs ricocheting off the walls... the skunk was stopped
dead in his tracks by a direct head shot... mercy our olfactory was
spared... I quickly rolled the whole bloody mess up in the papers and
tossed it out the window... All in all it worked... our furry little
guest and potential room evacuator had been exterminated...