One year at our Freeman camp, some critter gnawed on a bunch of hanging elk quarters. Didn't eat much, just chewed the hell outta them. Night before we packed out, I seen what it was. A half-turned, piebald looking little weasel. I chased the little pisser down in the snow and beat him to death with a leather rifle scabbard. Woulda made a funny vid...... He froze overnight so I stuffed him in my saddlebag. When we got back to the trucks, I thawed him out on the defroster and wired a hind leg to the top of the steering wheel to skin him. Must have hit the gland by his azzhole, because he pissed all over the wheel. The skunky-like smell of that little weasel lasted most of the summer in my truck.
That might be the most western/hillbilly schiet I've read....impressive!
