On Monday evening I shot a small, young deer in
dusk and mist. It dropped on the spot and I continued waiting for a possible
second one. When it was too dark to shoot I drove with my pick-up up to the deer
on the field and loaded it. I felt it was very light but could hardly
investigate it otherwise in the darkness. Once back at home in electric light I
saw it was one of those rare ones suffering from a virus infection in the
intestines. I drove it back to the field and hide it in some bushes, Tex-Mex for
the foxes. Then I forgot about it.
Today I was in the afternoon to the same field to
run the dogs a little. I remembered the carcass but as the wind blew from us
toward the carcass several hundred meters away I thought that the dogs would not
notice it. Well they did not but the parts of the carcass had moved! Foxes had
teared it into pieces and one of the pieces, probably the stomach, was found by
Briz. I saw her rolling in the grass and with cold frogs jumping on my back I
yelled at her to stop rolling and come here.
She did so but it was already too late. She had
reached all time high as far as scent level was concerned. There was nothing to
do for the moment, the harm had been done, so we continued into the forest
towards the wind. I sent her out, wanted to keep her as far from me as possible
and she vanished among the branches. I could still feel the awful smell from her
I as now and then crossed her scent trail. I now knew what it was like to be a
birddog, how it felt to feel the scent of game when out questing.
The only difference would be that a birddog will
not come close to throwing up when it hits the scent cone of a bird. Otherwise
it was a good practical lesson for me. Now I know a bit more about the scent
Well, we came back to my pick-up and I noticed that
not even Foxy, who also now and then like to improve her odour a bit with
whatever can be found in the nature, liked to be too close to Briz. I put Foxy
in the coupe' and had Briz to jump up on the open platform in the rear of the
car. I have trained the dogs to ride there at summer time since my old P-U lacks
AC but when you see them travelling there late in the autumn you can be sure
that they travel 1:st skunk class! I spread her odour around the village before
finally coming home.
Back home I first, from a distance, hosed
Briz down with warm water so I could get close enough to put on some huge
amounts of dish washing detergent, using chemical protection gloves. The
next treatment was with a good shampoo and then a long flushing with warm water.
Now she was ready to be rubbed dry with a towel. That does not do anything good for the oil content in her coat so now she
looks like an electrocuted racoon-dog...
The long washing treatment made her rather tired
and she slept for many hours before she had forgotten it and started to look
1:st skunk washer Torsti
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