This picture reminds me of a nerve racking event. I was deer hunting with a good friend on his family's property in the Texas Hill Country. It is tough hunting. We sit in a barn that is located right next to a huge oat field. We sit in the barn with the windows open and wait for the deer to jump on the field to eat the oats. Pick one out and blast away.
Well one day we are in the barn between a window and a pile of lumber that was in the barn. We are looking for deer and a skunk comes out from under the wood pile about 3 feet away from us and we are standing shoulder to shoulder. I whisper, "skunk, don't move". The skunk walked right up to the feet of my friend. The skunk puts his two front feet/paws on my buddies boot and starts sniffing. It was for about 10-15 seconds of sniffing with its feet on his boot. It seemed like an eternity. Then it turned around and waddled out of the barn without spraying. We dodged a bullet that day!
