The Story of Charlie

Mark Herrmann tells this story:

I was contracting a house in the Peoria area. We were almost finished, and because I'm a workaholic, I was there well into the evening on more than one night. On one such occasion, I had two of my buddies who worked in heating and cooling there helping me finish some ductwork. We needed more pipe, which was downstairs. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard rustling. I thought maybe someone was breaking in to steal our tools. My heartbeat picked up, and I waited a minute there, quiet. The noise didn't seem big enough to be a thief. I stuck my head around the corner, and saw the hind end of a skunk! I flew up the stairs as quietly as I could.
"Guys, there's a skunk in the basement, what do we do?" We talked it over. Skunk is NOT what we wanted this couple to be smelling next week when they moved in. One of the guys had his cell phone, so we called a vet friend of ours.
"No matter how it dies, its going to release it's stink sack." But he told us we might have a few seconds between it's death and when it released.
Charlie, one of the two guys with me, just happened to have his 22 in his truck.
"All I need is one shot."
I looked at him, "You're sure? You're positive you can do this?"
He nodded.
The plan was for me to go first with a blanket and open the door, he'd stick the barrel around the corner and shoot it. I'd take the blanket, wrap it up and run.
We snuck down the stairs. I opened the door, and Charlie nosed the barrel of the rifle into the room.
"I can't see it."
"What?"
"You're gonna have to get its attention."
"right."
I threw a screw-driver in on the floor. Up came its head. BANG!
In I ran, scooped up the skunk and thundered past Charlie and Joe on the stairs, out the door and to the corn field.
Before dumping the skunk, I looked to see if it was dead. Ol' Charlie had got 'em right between the eyes!

And THAT'S why we call him One Shot Charlie.