Years ago, we call the skunk the Striped cat.
They never bothered us camping, just scrounged for some food.
We would feed them, walk up to them and never got sprayed.
In 1973 my buddy Buddy Bristle, was camping out with his father .
All was good.
He Awoke with a SKUNK chewing on him in his sleeping bag.
The father BUDY BRISTAL ahead of the southern end of Arizona Fish and Game, did every thing RIGHT!
Killed the little blite, Bagged and taged it.
Took it to the U of A University of Arizona to be tested.
Yep . Rabid!
They put little Buddy through the shots thinking all would be well!
In two weeks he started showing symptoms.
Dad being a state official, they went the extra mile.
They found a person that had been bitten by rabbit animals 6 times working in animal control.
They tried to take Plasma from him and give it to my Buddy.
In the end All they could do was Subdue him to the end.
I my self will Never, Never Sleep on the Ground Again.
I was 11 and He was 12.
We camped out plenty of times.
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