Good memories!
When my dad was a boy, he used to capture skunks around the Kensico Reservoir in the late 20s and early 30s and sell the pelts. He used to tell great stories about getting sprayed and what Oma did to clean him up!
My dad spent a couple of winters trapping with a friend in central Washington. He told of catching a skunk and, while skinning it, pulled something the wrong way. It squirted him in the eye. He thought he was going to die. And was afraid he wouldn’t.... Fortunately, he didn’t and I came along 20 some years later....
Forgot about Kensico. We fished that one too. Re your dad, heard the remedy was always tomato juice.