I cleared my trap line before school one morning, and there was the biggest nastiest blonde ferret I had ever seen, in an old lanes ace trap. I dare not club him like I would a possum, as I feared his foot would break off and he’d have me by the throat. So I ran back home and grabbed the Brno mod 5, and ran back to dispatch it. My older sister came along, as she was excited about the prospect of tanning a lovely ferret skin. After about 20 mins of dry retching while trying to skin it, she gave up and had to have a bath to get the stink off. My father thought it was hilarious, as he had suggested it wasn’t such a good idea. The stink was something else, and was hard to get rid of.
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