Cattleannie, your post brought back some old memories of the time my brother and I caught a skunk in a trap and were going to take it to my uncle to cut the stink glands out, so we could make it a pet. It was this uncle that had told us if the skunk doesn't have his hind feet on the ground he can't spray. The skunk was in a leg trap and I had a long bamboo poll that I pent him with. I had him on his back and worked my way up close to put allot of leverage on him wile my brother grabbed him. We were also told that if you pull there tail between there legs they can't spray. We didn't get that far. The skunk did this gymnastic flip out from under the pole, landed ass up and sprayed us both at point blank. We had army jackets on and remember throwing them in the black berries on the way home. Mom bathed us in tomato paste, tooth paste powder and vinegar, that I remember. I was in the fourth grade. At school I had just set down when the girl in from of me, whom I had a terrible crush on jumped up, turned around and said peeeeyou I smell a skunk. I was so embarrassed I could have died. The teacher sent me to the office and my brother was waiting there too. On the way home we stopped by the pear packing house where my mom and half the town worked. As we walked down the line looking for mom, everyone noticed the smell. We missed a couple days of school and loved it.
Rod