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7/30/2017 11:49:14 AM Don East Posts: 1	Dad was 20 years older than mom, was born 1899, and didn't marry until 1943. So had been "around" the Midwest USA. Somewhere, somewhen he learned a poem/story about a man who goes hunting for the Skunk Polecat. Dad would only tell this after he had had a few drinks, and he didn't drink very often, maybe once a year, sometimes not, but always with a French Canadian accent. So I only remember a few lines and may not be in proper sequence. Has anyone here heard this tale before? "I'm hunt the bear, I'm hunt the cat. One time I hunt the Skunk Polecat. Now my friend Bill tell me "very fine fur and sometimes good to eat" So I take mine axe and I walk one, two, three, four miles and bye and bye come to one big tree" There's that skunk polecat and he don't see me. I sneak around the tree and raise mine axe, Scare Blue! That skunk up and threw something in my eyes! I'm blind! I can not see, I run round and round and bump into that tree. I lit out for the shack thinking a 1000 skunk climbing up my back! My wife, she meet me at the door, and tells me go sleep with hog. Now what you think? That damn ole hog no stand for that on count of awful stink! I no longer hunt the skunk pole cat, cause if his pee smell so bad, what if he ____? That's about all I can remember of it. If any one has heard this or knows of it, I would appreciate know the source and of course the full poem. Thank you.
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4/22/2021 7:19:19 AM Diana Aranovski Posts: 5	A wonderful story, I really hope that the author continues to write stories. You have talent!
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