I smelled it before I even got out of bed. Eau de Black Tie. Am I the only one around who is constantly battered by the smell of all smells? I'm pretty sure I told you the tale from the ranch. Back in the post depression ages, you saved absolutely everything. Tin foil, broken ropes, barbed wire, pieces of leather and old concrete pipes.
We would switch the valves in the big irrigation ditches full of water, letting it run down our big ditch, into our smaller ditch, then into the 12" x 36" concrete pipes to flow water onto the fields. It's called irrigating the pastures, and at 12 years old, was many times my job. When we switched from cattle to rice ... rather a shock to our system ... we had to pull out all those pipes to allow for flood irrigation.
On this day, Dad drove the tractor with the hydraulic lift. I rammed a 2" thick 6 foot long steel pole into the pipe and hooked up the chains. Up came the pipe, which someone else loaded onto the truck. I had a little trouble getting the steel rod through ... I thought maybe it was full of dirt. Up went the lift to about my chest height when all of a sudden I smelled exhaust so strong I began coughing. Only it wasn't exhaust. Turns out there was a skunk hiding in that pipe and he got me square in the face.