rex_kramer

Anyway, what I thought was another feral cat lumbering down the edge of the trail turned out to be a friggin' skunk. By the time I realized this, I was already on top of it. Tail went up, hissing ensued and all I could do was silently pray as I squeezed by, not even six feet away.

*whew*

I now see a need for a better headlamp, lol.

I did some reading up on these stinky little guys and supposedly they spray as a last resort, not to mention they have poor eyesight. Maybe I was just lucky. I dunno.

B. Carfree

Years ago I left before sunrise on a 150 mile ride to meet some friends. On a lonely stretch of bike path I ran over something that was moving and was white and black. I missed it with my front wheel but since it was moving across my path I got it square with the rear wheel. On the ride home two days later the now dead skunk was laying right where I had run him over (his odor was now overwhelming). Back then, there were no decent headlights that would actually allow you to see something like a skunk. I still feel pretty lucky that he never saw me coming.

DiegoFrogs

One time I stepped right over one at the bottom of a set of stairs. We scared the hell out of one another, and I don't think it sprayed at all.

It took several unfortunate incidents for my dog to learn to leave the striped kitty alone. She took a point blank shot in the face the first time, and it burned all the hair off. They don't need to see good to be effective...

irclean

Years ago a family friend's dog had a similar experience, but with a porcupine. To this day I can't think of too many things more pitiful than the sight and sounds of a dog getting porky quills pulled out of its muzzle by an owner armed with a pair of vise-grips.

rex_kramer

*cringe*