So there I was, heading in the general direction of my truck and shooting fence line as I go when the smell of rotting flesh hits me. Oh good lord it is bad and then I see the parts and pieces of a horse laying around the area. I curse my lot in life as I try and take shallow breaths and get through the area and then I sink into a mess.
Oh it was terrible, I sunk up to my boot tops in the shallow grave of a rotting horse that had died and was buried and the coyotes had pulled off what they could and the attempts at covering it had not been very good as I broke through the earthen crust and into the yuk.?ÿ
I saved the GPS rover though my boots are outside after having been hosed off and scrubbed.
UGH!!?ÿ I hated doing work on the side of highways because of roadkill.?ÿ I was very happy when we stopped doing DOT work.?ÿ I have burried my share of farm animals, and I go rent a excavator, and burry them several feet deep.?ÿ
I had that happen with the remains of a dead black bear in Alaska.?ÿ I asked the crew chief what the hell smelled so bad, and he said "you're standing in it!"?ÿ?ÿ?ÿ?ÿ Luckily it was a little more long gone than your find.?ÿ?ÿ ugh...
I had a project at the sewage treatment lagoons in Fairview, OK.?ÿ As if that wasn't bad enough...on a return trip we found a pile of very dead cattle piled on top of a very critical control point.?ÿ We eventually got "public works" (1 man) to drive the rubber tired backhoe out there and scoop them over.?ÿ It still didn't make working there any better...just a little less "moist"..
I threw away a darned good pair of boots before driving home.?ÿ It took a week to get that smell out of my nose.?ÿ
You guys make my experiences pale by comparison.?ÿ There is a bench mark that is forever recorded in my mind as "Dead Raccoon Culvert" from my first recovery there.?ÿ But the carcass was rotted or carried away before I went back to do the GPS session.
I have a Dodge Challenger I only drive once in a while.?ÿ Earlier this summer I took it shopping and left a bag that had 2lbs of hamburger and two New York strips in the trunk, for a week.?ÿ Not good, but the car is getting back to normal smelling.?ÿ
While working for the local DOT we were regularly passed by trucking from the local rendering plat.?ÿ
Then had a job AT a local rendering plant. UGH!
I have a Dodge Challenger I only drive once in a while.?ÿ Earlier this summer I took it shopping and left a bag that had 2lbs of hamburger and two New York strips in the trunk, for a week.?ÿ Not good, but the car is getting back to normal smelling.?ÿ
Years ago a buddy of mine was getting married and knew we were going to try and prank him.?ÿ His prized possession was his (at that time) new 1970 Plymouth Road Runner.?ÿ We found out he was hiding it behind his future in-laws house to keep us from "decorating" it in honor of his nuptials.
A 3 pound channel catfish placed on top of his air cleaner seemed like an appropriate joke...until we realized they had taken his new wife's Mustang for the honeymoon and were unable to get back over there to remove the fish.?ÿ It stayed there a week or so.
He finally started talking again to us all after about six months..
Remnants of a couple hundred fileted-out fish were dumped at the edge of the county road right where we needed to set up in order to see what needed to be seen to move on with our survey.
Remnants of a couple hundred fileted-out fish were dumped at the edge of the county road right where we needed to set up in order to see what needed to be seen to move on with our survey.
Here's a pic of a little hamlet east of here named "Pink".?ÿ All that's really there is a church and a flea market.?ÿ I've always wondered how "Fishmarket Road" got its name. Especially in the middle of the scrubby cross-timbers with no body of water anywhere around.?ÿ Maybe what you've described is a clue.
Mostly I see - and smell - dead iguanas.?ÿ?ÿ There are some but far less feral goats, donkeys and pigs.
Doing first order subsidence leveling in the middle of winter.?ÿ The Benchmarks iron rods?ÿ set around 15 feet down, and protected by water pipe from lawn mowers, etc where they protruded threw ground.?ÿ We came upon one that was totally full of ice, so grabbed our ground axe and started chopping away.?ÿ After about 2 inches, we saw it wasn't just full of ice, but also a skunk that had fallen in, couldn't get out, and met its maker.?ÿ So three of us took turns, while the other gagged, chopping through the skunk so we could get to the bench mark.?ÿ?ÿ
Fun times.
Well, now, you see, young'un, back in 1908?ÿ Bob Fishmarket and his family emigrated from the Boston, Massachusetts area and put down roots to last.?ÿ He was a wonderful fellow and a mover and shaker at getting Pink to grow in those early days.?ÿ The other founders gladly named the road passing his home in his honor.
(See, you aren't the only yarnspinner in the bunch.)
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As our counties have gone about applying 911 addresses throughout the rural areas all sorts of names have been applied.?ÿ Some are States, some have an historic tie to the area, some are animals, so forth and so on.?ÿ Generally, these begin with one side of the county having a road name that begins with the letter "a" and then proceed through the alphabet in order towards the far side of the county.?ÿ That can work fairly well until you run into a difficult letter/topic combination.?ÿ In an animal name county, Quail Road may exist.?ÿ In a State name county, they might jump over any missing letter such as "q" and "x".?ÿ Some of the stranger ones include: X-ray Road and Unique Road
The worst thing that I was ever around was excrement that was brought in from Detroit, Michigan and had been sprayed on several hundred acres halfway between Linden and Jefferson, Tx.
The city of Detroit City Sewer guy came up with a solution to their under sized sewer plant and got some idiot in Texas to market their surplus as fertilizer.
It took putting that on two large fields in Cass County for it to be banned so fast they had to turn delivery trucks around that were already on their way here.
That stuff took a very long time to leave the air.
It was puking time to happen upon the first day and afterward we drove miles around to not let that happen again.
