I went out last night in search of bobcats with my philisophical friend, GWB. Two had been shot last week in the dry creek of a parishioner's ranch and that's where we went.
As always, it was good to get out under the stars in the clear country air and the possibility of getting a varmint didn't hurt either. So we called and spotlit and called again, trying out several setups, but the cats weren't having it, not were the coyotes.
But the skunks were, and seemed content to amble across the line of fire towards their various destinations. Too bad we weren't skunk hunting.
Speaking of which, a skunk once barricaded itself in the downstairs bathroom of the Compound. For a couple of days.
I advise against duplicating that experiment.
Cheers,
LSP
