It's been so long I forgot to mention it but I've mentioned it before. Back in 1970 or 71 we were shooting Rock Chucks along the Snake River canyon outside of Twin Falls, Idaho & I shot an Albino Rock Chuck. When I first shot it I thought it was a field lion (feral cat) but when it started flipping around we all knew it was a Chuck. I ran out into the Alfalfa field & stepped on it with my foot. Luckily I had only hit it across the bridge of the nose so no damage.
One of the guys with me had a sister living in Twin Falls so we took it to her place & put it in the freezer & hunted another day then I took it to my life long buddy & taxidermist who just died 2 months ago.
He skinned it & sent it off to California where he always sent his hides for tanning. A couple weeks later he got a letter saying the hair had slipped & they had to dispose of it. My Albino was gone!! That was it, no other explanation. True Albino, pink eyes, feet, nose, gone!!

Dick