Having briefed me on the
mission details, Chad and I agreed to commence “operation skunk” on the
upcoming Friday evening after the golf course closed for the day. I knew that
if this mission was going to be successful, I needed a support team. So I
called on my two cousins, Karen and Traylor. We all agreed to meet at Chad's
house in Florence.
That Friday, in the
living room of Chad's apartment, we inventoried our gear to make sure
we had everything we needed. Our inventory included:
- 3 - .22 caliber rifles
- 100 rounds - Conical Ball Cap Low Velocity .22 Rifle
Ammo
- Full camouflage dress for all four people
- 2 - 1,000,000 candle power spot lights
- 1 - night vision monocular
- 1 - hand held gps receiver
- 4 - hand held flash lights
- 1 - 30-pack Bud Light
We loaded our gear and
jumped into Chad's tactical issue Toyota Camry, and drove to the staging
area.
The golf course sat just
below a lake dam. It had a main drive that ended at the club house, which then
turned into a dead end, gravel, and maintenance road. The maintenance road went
around the back side of the course, ending at an adjacent field next to the
course’s maintenance building.
The plan was to drive to
the end of the maintenance road. Then use Chad's key to open the
locked gate that kept people from driving back to the maintenance building. We
would then hide the car in the maintenance building, borrow a couple golf
carts, and use the carts to locate and destroy the skunks.
Just after nightfall, we
drove to the end of the road, and unlocked the gate. However just as we began
to pull the car through, we noticed headlights coming down the road! In a rush
to remain unseen, we quickly shut off the car, locked the gate, unloaded our
gear, and dove into the surrounding brush.
It seemed like an
eternity as we waited for the car to creep down the gravel road toward our
location. Our hearts almost stopped as we saw the car pull up and stop on the
road less than fifty yards from where our car was parked on the other side of
the gate.
Through the darkness we
saw shadows move in front of the headlights. Then we heard the sound of
laughter as four teenagers begin to set off fireworks. Breathing a sigh of
relief, we grabbed our gear and started back toward our car. We were nearly
back to our vehicle when Karen yelled, “Get down, here comes another car!”
Sure enough, down the
lane came yet another vehicle, but this one was driving much faster than the
first one had. Also seeing the other vehicle, the teenagers extinguished their fireworks,
threw their beer bottles into the ditch, and peeled out of there like there was
no tomorrow!
As the teenager’s car
sped past the oncoming vehicle we were able to read “City of Florence Police
Department” on the side. The cop quickly began to turn around to pursue the
teenager’s vehicle when his headlights shined on our tactical Camry parked on
the other side of the fence. The golf course side of the fence…The wrong side
of the fence.
-To be continued…
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