Back in the 60's my uncle was mowing his hay field using a sickle bar mower. About half way done he mowed through a family of skunks.
He just turned off the ignition and ran.
You could smell that tractor a long ways away.
He didn't get that tractor out of the field until a couple of good drenching rains came and knocked down the aroma enough for anyone to not gag.
He drove the thing back home and fired up the pressure washer.
Still was a wee bit 'aromatic' but at least you could use it.
He just turned off the ignition and ran.
You could smell that tractor a long ways away.
He didn't get that tractor out of the field until a couple of good drenching rains came and knocked down the aroma enough for anyone to not gag.
He drove the thing back home and fired up the pressure washer.
Still was a wee bit 'aromatic' but at least you could use it.