Skunked At The Skunk Hunt.

Disclaimer: Names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent. For our purposes, we will name the three people involved (besides myself) Chad, Karen, and Traylor. We will also call the name of the town in which Chad worked, Florence.

The year was 2004 and I was living in Pittsburg, working as the front desk guy at my aunt's tax office, while attending college. One day I got a call from my friend Chad wanting to know if I was available for a very special mission that weekend. As a guy who hates to miss special missions,  I asked him about the specifics. 

For a few months, Chad had been working at a golf course in Florence on a maintenance crew. Lately his job had become very daunting, due to the infestation of a wild and particularly ferocious gang of skunks. It appeared that the skunks had claimed the delicate fairways and greens of this particular golf course (and many others) as their own personal foraging grounds. As creatures of the night, the skunks were not a direct problem to golfers or the the course personnel. The problem lay with how the skunks find their food. Night after night, they dug dozens of holes in the plush, maintained grass of the course.These holes were having their toll on the tired maintenance workers who had to repair them every day.

It was clear to the management of the golf course that something had to be done about these creatures that din't discriminate between rough pastures, and well manicured fields of leisure. In disgust, the grounds superintendent said that he wished someone would come out there at night, and kill the skunks once and for all! 

Then a phone call was placed that set forth an unforeseen chain of events.

Chad explained to his boss that he had a friend that possessed a very particular set of skills. Skills that he had acquired over many years. Skills that made him a nightmare for nocturnal beasts such as these. 

The grounds supervisor was quite interested in the use of force to remove these vermin. However, he was very clear that if this mission were to proceed, it could not be sanctioned by himself, the golf course, or anyone affiliated with the organization. Indeed, in any official regard, this mission had to remain top secret. This mission had to remain off the books. This mission had to remain......."Black". 

It was just the kind of mission Chad knew I would accept. 

-To be continued