Phew!


| September/October 1970



436 N. Library, Waterloo, Illinois 62298

This was a stinking story about forty years ago, but the smell has worn off pretty well by now. I was running a steam engine on a threshing outfit in North Dakota. It was getting late in the Fall and pretty cool. There was a tall cow puncher called Slim, who worked on the thresher hauling bundles. He used to talk to me quite a bit about hunting, and I was telling him how I used to hunt skunks with a dog at night time back in Illinois, and he would laugh at me and say, 'I see you don't know how to hunt skunks. 'You would never make any money hunting hem that way.' He said, 'How many skunks would you get in a night?' 'Oh', I said, 'two or three.' He said, 'If we ever get a day off, I will show you how to hunt skunks in the daytime, and I mean get some skunks.' Well, I just thought he was giving me one of those snipe hunting stories.

Well, Saturday night came, and the old engine was acting up the boiler was getting dirty, and the boss said, 'I think we will close down for tomorrow, and you can wash the boiler.' So the next morning I and the water hauler washed the boiler. We were done at noon and here came Slim with his old Model T Ford.

He said, 'Dugan, this afternoon I will show you how we hunt skunks in North Dakota.' I went over and looked in the back of his Model T. He had two broken-off fork handles for clubs, a '22 rifle, a shot gun, a spade, a roll of barb wire and a gallon of white stuff.

I said, 'What's that?'

He said, 'Don't you know what white lightnin' is?' 'Any way, he said, 'Jump in' and away we went across the prairies.