I loved your "inground fort - tiger/ poacher trap - skunk torture" story.
Ah, yes ... the joys of living in the sticks. I'll be sharing your story with my daughter so she can get even more luscious ideas.
LOL!
Please tell me she won't do that for real..
Please.
*chuckle*
The guy had been bagging deer in our backyard for about three months, and near shot us a few times, so we felt no remorse that he got skunked after falling in a hole.
(He tripped on a rock and landed in the compost pit once after that.)
But it was rather amusing to hear and then see the aftermath.
Odd part, dad never had us fill that pit in.