Jerry is in the middle. The youngest boy of three.
"Get that thing out of here. Now!" I imagined his father barking from his chair, CB in hand. Jerry would catch skunks by the tail, putting his hand over the gland. He claims that prevented them from spraying. Dangling head down (picture the swaying), I imagine the skunk was lulled to sleep or too shocked and scared to move, I don't know. The rough and tumble tow headed boy, my husband was once a skunk whisperer.
I can't remember why he stopped catching skunks, but I have my guesses.