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Show Worth SO Scents, Old Trapper Opines At Big Skunk Hunt RANGELEY LAKE, ME. Ain't been so much fun down Maine way since the lassie moose mistook an air raid siren for her lover's call to arms. The first skunk hunt in the Pine Tree state was such a sockeroo that they say it's going to be an annual affair from here on in, with brass bands and all that. "I wouldn't have missed it for 50 scents," giggled one grizzled old trapper. Skunks are a bit of a problem in the resort area of inland Maine. So this year, in an effort to speed mass migration of the "burrowing carni-vora" carni-vora" in the Rangeley Lake region, W. Scott Peirsol, geueral manager of the Rangeley Sheraton hotel, solicited so-licited the services of Boston's fanciest fan-ciest debutantes and their escorts for the first mass skunk hunt. Their weapons for the fray included includ-ed wicker baskets (you throw the basket over the skunk's head or, ii you prefer, over your own) ; flashlights flash-lights (not too far front, please), and pitchforks (by process of elimination, elimina-tion, since nothing in Emily Post recommends the use of any othei fork as de rigeur). To climax three days of unrivaled unfettered frolic, a Skunk Hunters ball was held for all participants. |