Several titles come to mind besides LUCKY DOG. A couple of those include Close Encounters of the Third Kind, We Gotta Get Outta this Place (by the Animals from WAY back when), The Worst that Could Happen (by the Brooklyn Bridge), Run Away (by Del Shannon)…but Lucky Dog is the best.
We have a fenced in “dog yard”…pretty good size. Nick, the Husky, was outside early this a.m. We leave a yard light on that shines in the dog yard. Dan and I heard a “weird” sound that brought us both out of bed. Nick does NOT bark but he was barking. There was a HUGE skunk on the other side of the fence, not 6 feet from Nick. By now, the hair on Nick’s neck is bristled up and HE looks twice his normal size. We tried to get Nick’s attention but it was focused on the skunk. The skunk didn’t seem to pay any mind to any of the “goings on”, even though his butt was pointed right at Nick and the tail was up. Kind of a precarious position for all of us.
For some reason the skunk ambled off behind my vehicle and started up across the yard towards OUR deck. Dan grabbed the first thing handy to him which was my winter robe. It is about the weight of an Arapaho horse blanket and twice as warm…and it was already 60 degrees at this time, ran to get his BB gun and headed for the front door. By now the skunk has approached OUR deck and I was afraid it would go under it. It meandered out more towards the middle of our yard and (SORRY PETA PEOPLE BUT THIS IS LIFE IN OUR AREA) Dan was able to shoot at the skunk several times and thinks he hit him at least 4 times in the working end of things. The tail was still up and the skunk was taking his time getting out of our yard. Dan, in nothing but my winter robe and a puckered brow, heads off down the sidewalk in hot pursuit of this critter. It is still dark, even with the vapor lights…but those white stripes stick out like pepper on cottage cheese. Dan never did find the skunk and the skunk never did spray. I don’t know HOW we’ve been so fortunate twice in a row!
I do believe that it is time for us to travel to some place where just the deer and the antelope play. Some place that when it starts to get damp or even slightly on the chilly side, I don’t break out in hives. At this rate, winter can’t come soon enough! The skunks will be hibernating then and to keep away the hives, I can put on my heavy hunting socks and long underwear and people won’t think nothing of it! THAT is normal Yooper attire from October to mid May! Where the fashion industry use to dictate that NO WHITE CLOTHING TO BE WORN AFTER LABOR DAY, the joy of living in da U.P. dictates, NO SUMMER CLOTHING AFTER OCTOBER 1ST AND SOMETIMES EARLIER. And who knows? Maybe one of us will have a skunk skin cap by then! PETA, I AM TEASING....
- Cathy Clementz
- A long time ago, I was a child. (I started out as Cathy First from Colon, Mi.) For the past several years I’ve been an adult. A lot of things went on between those two stages of life; probably no more or no less than anyone elses. My husband and I moved to “da U .P” from southern Lower Michigan several years ago (yes we were trolls at one time). We owned and operated and operate Clementz’s Northcountry Campground and Cabins just north of Newberry, Michigan until May 2015. We have grown kids and grandkids (who all live downstate). My passion is life and all that Nature has to offer us and trying to photograph it in unique ways. Our intention in life is to see all that Nature has to offer us. We hope that you will be a part of our adventures as we cruise through our lives together. Come back often!