Ooh, that smell !

So the wife & I hit the gas station, liquor store, thrift shop & finally the grocery store earlier today.

As I’m turning off the vehicle to go into the last store, wife says “dude, is that you I smell?Something reeks of B.O. and my car didn’t smell like that this morning.”

My response was “No! I smelled it too but I just figured it was you?” I then sniff my shoulders and nope, nothing wrong there. It must be her!

Then as I’m scratching my head, literally….wife says “stop that! Your making the stench worse by moving your hat!”

Then I did the thing that real men do. I took the hat off my head & took a good sniff of it. DANG!

How a hat can get that bad I’ll never understand but it went in the washing machine as soon as we got home.

At least I don’t have a smelly wife!!

I left a bag of frozen creek chubs on the counter in the basement for 4 days. It was like a weird natural gas smell mixed with old garbage. The fw was not happy.

I put a cracked egg in a small ceramic container that had a loose fitting lid. I swear the plan was to take care of the egg once I finished messing up the kitchen. Well that container got trapped in kitchen clutter…it was forgotten about. As a few weeks went by folks were catching a whiff of something raunchy in the kitchen. Could only the blame the dogs for so long.

Dave maze wrote:

I left a bag of frozen creek chubs on the counter in the basement for 4 days. It was like a weird natural gas smell mixed with old garbage. The fw was not happy.

I love that smell! I forgot about a bucket of Willowcats on my basement floor once too…..them bloated little things weren’t the problem, the ones that were no longer bloated were really bad!

When I was a kid, my brother and I found a massive gar carcass on the beach of our cabin. We wanted the skull, so we showed my dad and he hatched a BRILLIANT idea to boil the rotting skull on the stove in the cabin…My mother had a couple of her friends there for the weekend and they were in town antique shopping.

It was terrible. He immediately regretted his decision and began plan B of ridding the house of the scent before the girls came home. Not happening…They walk in the door, my mother screams…then her first friend walked in, gagged and ran back out…My brother and I were instructed to pack up their things and put them in the car, they were outta there. This was over 20 years ago and my father still gets crap for it…

I never got my gar skull…

well used hats are the best. the italian in me greases up my hats real good. forgot your chapstick? no problem take a swipe from around the rim of the had and your lips are good to go.

When I was a kid, my brother and I found a massive gar carcass on the beach of our cabin. We wanted the skull, so we showed my dad and he hatched a BRILLIANT idea to boil the rotting skull on the stove in the cabin…My mother had a couple of her friends there for the weekend and they were in town antique shopping.

It was terrible. He immediately regretted his decision and began plan B of ridding the house of the scent before the girls came home. Not happening…They walk in the door, my mother screams…then her first friend walked in, gagged and ran back out…My brother and I were instructed to pack up their things and put them in the car, they were outta there. This was over 20 years ago and my father still gets crap for it…

I never got my gar skull…

That reminds me of when I was going to college up in Ely. I know there are quite a few people on this site who went to Vermilion CC. Anyways I was living in the dorms at the time and had shot a red fox. I have never shot anything before that I needed to cape out. So I seeked help and was able to remove the nice fur and it was recommended to me to boil the skull. Well first I had to take care of the fur. Btw its now like midnight and I soaked this fox fur in water to get the blood out, and I barrowed two hair dryers from the only two girls at Vermilion. The girl to guy ratio was a little off at Vermilion if you could imagine. Well now it’s 2am and the fur is no dryer then when I started. So my next plan since its so late was to throw the fur in the community dryers in the laundry room. After one hour that pelt came out fluffy and perfect to my surprise. I also never used that dryer ever again for my laundry. I was nice and told my roommates to stay away from that dryer as well.
Anyways got to bed, “probably skipped my next days classes and went grouse hunting again.” That after noon I was going to boil the skull. I filled a very large pot with water and started boiling the skull. Everything was going fine, till I heard that beer was being drank without me across town. So I told my hermit of a roommate (1 of 5 roommates) to watch my boiling skull and I will be back at some point. Well 3 to 10 beers later I’m sitting across town when more people from the dorms start showing up to drink. They tell everyone that there were fire alarms going off at the dorms and people were evacuated by the fire dept because smoke was found. Then they said some dumb*** burnt a skull or something. My gut sank. I knew who the dumb*** was. Well I got in trouble and had to pick up trash around the college for a few days. The real problem was the smell in my dorm, and I guess the whole second floor of the dorms for about 2 weeks. The smell never did get out of our kitchen cupboards. That’s my smelly story.

I thought we were gonna talk about my work boots

Last winter i had a bait puck i was using for minnow heads when walleye fishing. Normally i left it in my bibs which stayed in the back of the truck so they never really thawed all the way. One day, for some reason i threw the puck in the cup holder near my center council. After a night of snowplowing and the cab of the truck heating up i noticed a smell that resembled something like a dead animal, but worse. I thought maybe it was just my shoes.

The truck sat for a few days and so did the bait puck. But the warmer weather and the suns rays allowed the minnow heads in the bait puck to stay thawed. I got in the truck a few days later and was punched square in the face with an odor that would make a skunk cry. At which point i realized it wasn’t my shoes that stunk like previously thought. I tore that truck apart thinking maybe a cheeseburger or taco bell had been forgotten about while plowing. With no luck in finding the odor i had to use the truck to take the kids to gymnastics, then to the auto store for bulk air fresheners.

Now back in the gymnastics parking lot and and 27 bubble gum smelling airfresheners later i could still smell this odor. At which point i look down and see the bait puck and think “oh i wonder if my waxies are still alive”. I open the bait puck and am met face to face with what making out with sasquatch has to taste like. I barely got the door open and was spewing my lunch on the pavement. Meanwhile there is a steady stream of families leaving the gym as class was over. And then there is me, hunched over blowing chunks so hard i thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head. But, on the flip side when i do go in and sit in the parent section there is never really and small talk between the other parents and me.

Love the replies. Funny how some things just make us laugh.

Hmmmmm minnow bait puck…….ditto.

Pailofperch wrote:

Hmmmmm minnow bait puck…….ditto.

was going out on my first fall fishing trip, brought the winter ice fishing bibs as it was going to be cold and windy. Got to the hotel and started to change into warmer clothes, dug through my bib pockets to see what I might have left in there since the last ice fishing trip, found my bait puck. First mistake was to open it, never had I witnessed minnows turned into jelly, then the smell slapped me around like Mike Tyson in a come-back match, stumbled outside, eyes watering so hard couldn’t see very well as I ran toward the dumpster, but got that little yellow plastic puck from the depths of hell into the abyss. Seemed like eternity, but got back to the hotel room to find my brother coughing and about passed out on the floor. We got the doors closed and turned on the vents opened the windows and left for a 8 hr. trip.

I went to college at a small school in eastern Iowa. My roommate and I liked to go out pheasant and rabbit hunting in the afternoon then bring them back to the dorm and cook them in a crockpot. With some cold refreshments it made quite a feast.
The week before Christmas break we had some good hunting and decided that we would put on a welcome back feast for all our buddies when we got back in January.
What we didn’t know was that the housekeeping staff in an effort to save on electricity for the month went through all the dorm rooms and unplugged our fridge freezers.
On the Sunday before class. When we were all supposed to meet for our feast. I headed back to college. When I opened the stairwell door to head up to the 4th floor I knew something wasn’t right. As I climbed the stairs the stench grew stronger and stronger. I opened the door to the 4th floor and I was positive what had happened. 5 or 6 rabbits and pheasants had thawed out and were now running out of the freezer across the dorm room floor and into the hall. The stench was beyond words. Needless to say we were not very well liked by housekeeping and maintenance after that. And we had to leave our window open with a fan blowing out the whole semester.