I'm sitting on the back porch with my brothers dog. Up the path from my brothers comes this big damn porcupine. I grab the dog and drag her into the house. I run and grab the 22 and go out to dispatch the sucker. He had run into the woods with all the commotion. I finally located him off the edge of my lawn in a pine tree. Whack, drop... double tap for certainty. I'd hate for the dog to run into that sucker on our last walk of the night which is in the dark. I'm still hunting for the skunk she got into last fall. There's also a racoon running around here that needs to go.
