Hunting with Daddy and our dog and coming back smelling like a skunk

When I was a girl at home, Daddy asked me to go with him down to the edge of the woods to see what Julie, our curled-tailed dog, had treed, or was barking at? 

I was still a teenager and had real long hair. I was dressed for bed in my pajamas and had on a housecoat and shoes. Daddy needed me to hold the flashlight so he could kill what Julie was barking at. Sure, I'd go. Who wouldn't help their daddy, right?

Down across the pasture, we went in the dark to the edge of the woods. Daddy told me where to shine the light, and I did it perfectly. Daddy shot. Julie was happy, but the smell was horrendous.

Have you ever smelled a skunk up close? Daddy was so tickled. I was choking on the smell and it was in my hair and in my clothes big time. I had to get back in the shower and start over getting ready for bed. I can hear daddy laughing now.

I didn't go hunting with him anymore, no matter how hard Julie barked!!!