Back in 3rd grade my buddy and I used to walk to School in Mountain Wisconsin. One morning we were walking the Rail Road Tracks and crossed the Trestle looking at a set we made along the Oconto River below. We were amazed one morning to find a Skunk in the trap. My Buddy got a chunk of RR Tie and dropped it on him from above. I stood on the Bridge holding our Books while ran down to reset the trap. I still remember him picking the skunk up by a back leg when it turned its head, looked at him and gave him a full burst. When we got to School the teacher sent him home. Until the day he graduated he was always known as Skunk Thomson.
