Next on Vernon’s order of business is helping with the big tire water tank In Daniel’s corral. It had been leaking from the fittings underneath.
When I arrived, Vernon was in his excavator. He reached out with the big mechanical arm and grabbed the huge tire and started to drag it to its new location. I was watching, ready to take any action photos I so desired.
Hold it.
What *was* that?
A faint whiff of skunk floated by…
then it grew stronger.
Whoops. No way was I sticking around for a confrontation from my two dogs and the skunk(s). I loaded the dogs up in the side by side and headed for home.
The full story unfolded after Vernon arrived home that evening. There was a big hole underneath the tire, washed out by the leaking water. Vernon had widened the hole with his excavator. He then climbed down in the hole with the cutting wheel on his grinder and painstakingly cut through the pipe, showering sparks all around. Exiting the cave and back in the excavator, was when I arrived. As I soon hustled my dogs out of a dreaded skunk fight, he continued to drag the tire bit by bit. The skunk smell increased. Finally, he was able to see that he had unwittingly smashed a big, fat skunk dragging the industrial tire from its location.
A skunk that was in that cave he had carved out. A skunk that was probably in that hole when sparks were flying around as the pipe was cut. Vernon thinks he is a very lucky man!
An interesting day at the office! Glad you and your dogs made your escape.
What a project!! Lucky man…unlucky skunk. And you and the doggies
made out OK.