- 2004 Chevy Silverado HD
July 6, 2011
This is a picture of my stinking truck! Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my truck. It’s just that these last few days my truck…. stinks! I went to a man’s house to deliver a goat. When we left my son heard a “thump”. I didn’t hear anything but the noisy trailer.
The next day I didn’t go anywhere. The following day I went to get in my truck and thought, “Wow, something smells dead!” I drove to the chiropractor and when I came out of the office, I thought, “Wow something smells dead here too!” Then it hit me … It was my truck! I drove home with my head out the window.
My oldest son was at my house when I got there. I opened the hood and looked for a dreaded animal in the fan or somewhere in the engine compartment. I saw nothing. I asked my son to look because he is taller. He didn’t see anything either??? I said, “Look at the flies, something is dead somewhere.”
He crawled under my truck amongst the big flies. “Oh my God”, he said, “there is a dead cat caught in your drive shaft and universal joint.” Yuk… “Can you pull it out?” I asked. He tried and only got a whole hand full of tail hair for his effort. “It is really stuck, dad”, he choked out.
I, being ever helpful, asked, “Do you need a stick or something?” “No, he replied, “I think I can jerk it out. It won’t feel a thing.” My son started pulling with all his might. He was even grunting a little. It was hot and muggy already and was only 10:00 am. Sweat was dripping from my son’s forehead as he gave it everything he had.
Then it happened. The cat, swollen from his advanced state of death and part of the rigor process, exploded, spraying bodily fluids and Lord knows what else, everywhere! My son the brave adventurer, follower of Daniel Boone and Pecos Bill, came out from under my truck, green faced and gagging! The smell was unbelievable!
I parked my truck back in the field for the last five days. The flies have done a great job working on the mutilated, exploded dead animal. The smell however, won’t leave my truck! I even drove a 1/2 mile backward trying to untangle whatever is left under there, but to no avail. The flies have slowed down and the smell is almost bearable, with both windows down and at a speed of 60 mph.
I know it will eventually be better, but for now I am praying for sunny days, so I can drive with the windows down. I am afraid to try the air conditioner. It might be just a little too confined yet, with the windows rolled up! I need to call the man with the goat and tell him to quit looking for his cat. I hope it wasn’t a kid’s pet. I feel bad about the poor creature and my son is still sick about it.
More hay made today, twenty more nice round bales. (Total so far 81) We have one more field to go. I hope it will be ready tomorrow. It looks nice and is real good hay. It is timothy and trefoil, just right in maturity. It should make great horse hay. The 20 we did today was a piece of second cutting made that way by grazing sheep on it early. It is awesome stuff with a protein of about 21% … I don’t want the horses eating that. Everything else here will devour it, especially when the cold winter winds blow.
I am glad it will be a hay day tomorrow. I am getting a list of errands that must be taken care of soon. As long as I have hay to do, I don’t have to drive around town with everybody looking at me sideways. I got gas the other day and saw a lady in her well dressed attire, hastily getting into her car. She had that same look that my son had when the cat exploded… I think she thinks my truck stinks too 😮
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