OK, got a bit more time, the really funny one happened when I wasn't their, Achery season, snow on the ground, little brother was coming back to the house, right at dark. Charles was already in, and headed back out, Ruger Mark II in hand. As they passed Charles said "Skunk out behind the barn."
Dale went in, then thought, 22 LR out of a pistol, not real powerfull and Charles is not that good.
He grabbed the 870 and some heavy #4's. As he got out the door he hears that feeble pop. Charles met him between the house and the barn. "How good are you at tracking" he asked.
Lucky it did not spray, tracks and blood lead into a pile of old boards. They decided to wait till morning. In the morning the tracks did not lead back out, next summer when we moved the boards there were bones and black and white fur under them.
Why in the heck it never sprayed is beyond me, any skunk I shot sprayed if you did not cut the spine, the reason I like a high powered rifle from at least a 100 yards off or a heavy shotgun load right in te head if I have to do close work.