When I was a kid, the vet in the area, Doc Countryman (great name for a vet) offered my younger brother and I quite a deal. We would catch skunks and he would descent them and sell them as pets and we would split what we received from the buyers down the middle.
At the time, it had not been all that long since I had come within about three hours of the first in a series of rabies vaccinations in the belly button with a big needle (they were supposed to be around the belly button, but some doctors went through the belly button). My parents were supposed to pick me up from school to take me to the hospital for the shots, but they didn't show up that day. It turned out that they got the rabies test results late that morning and they were negative.
From the descriptions of the doctor of the rabies vaccinations, I didn't want to go through that so I thought the idea of catching skunks that were possibly rabid to be insane.
I could have done quite well on that, though, since I had plenty of encounters with skunks. One of their favorite places to hide was inside the aluminum irrigation pipes.