I Am A Skunkseeker

I will be talking about my first skunking. I was about 11 years old, at camp. I was wandering around through the woods, when I smelled the aroma of skunk! Prior to this, I'd always liked skunks; I always liked their smell, and I even went as a skunk for Halloween. So I decided then and there that I was a skunkseeker. I followed the scent until it got stronger, and I found a large bushy-tailed skunk. I chased it until I cornered it, and then I finally tapped it's rear to get some shots. It sprayed me right in the face, and I loved it. I made it spray me over the body some more times too, until it ran out. I was reeking amazingly of the heavy skunky odor, and it was my best day. I refused to wash it off when I got back. I ended up being nicknamed "skunkbutt" but I liked the name. My happiest childhood memory was being sprayed by a skunk, and I am proud of it.