Well I don't have a picture - but I will try to weave the story so folks can see it in their minds - if they have seen a big skunk in their lifetimes.
Dateline 1995: I was up at about 9500 feet camping around Dillon Colorado with a couple buddies. It was sort of a "scouting trip" since they were deer/elk hunters - but I had a truck and brought extra beer so I was invited

.
We brought steaks also but wanted to get some fish for "surf-and-turf" and we managed to catch a few trouts out of the local stream. Anyway we caught them late in the day and decided to clean them back at camp (note to everybody: clean your fish where you caught them - do not clean them back in camp).
So to make a long story short...Tim was the cook and he fired up the cooking mechanism...Gary was the fire-wood getter (big strong guy)...and I was the fish cleaner. Thing was, it was dark by then and Gary had the good flashlight, so I just cleaned the trouts fairly near the Coleman lantern we had set up in the middle of camp (I wanted to see enough not to hurt myself with the knife)...and then I just threw the fishy guts out into the vast darkness...mission accomplished !
Thing was, the darkness wasn't as vast as one might think and big skunks are apparently fond of Brook Trout innards

.
...add to that when I gave the innards a heave it basically created a "trail" for the skunk to look for more innards (he/she didn't realize that was all we had...apparently). So Tim is cooking and Gary has brought in the firewood and I am sitting around the campfire with my legs on a nice chunk of pine and along comes the biggest skunk I had ever seen. I yelled (well actually I sheepishly muttered) "skunk in camp".
Of course we all semi-panicked. Gary wanted to shoot him but Tim and I disagreed. Gary said if he hit the skunk right in the brain it would be dead before it could spray. Tim and I had to be very "tactful" in talking Gary out of the shooting option. We didn't want to actually call into question his marksmanship skills - but we did have a combined batch of a thousand dollars worth of camping stuff within skunk-spray range and we knew that if we got hit too we wouldn't be "welcomed" by our wives for a couple months

.
So we just let the skunk do as it please...Tim even left the fat he had trimmed off the steaks before we hit the sack...live and let live
