Words cannot describe the hideous odor I experienced this evening.
This evening my father and mother went out salmon fishing on Lake Michigan. They managed to catch a couple, and called to have me come down to the dock with Jesse so I could drop him off and pick up my mother.
By the time I got back to the house with my mother, it smelled like a legion of skunks had exploded both inside and outside the house. The smell was thick and pungent, one of those thick flavors you can chew. So, I was running around the house gagging. At this point it was inconceivable that the smell could be any worse. That is when my father pulled out the carving knife.
By this point, the skunk odor was reaching its apex complimented by the over powering smell of fish guts. Yup, it was a real winning combination. I am not exactly sure how I got through it without vomiting, because I felt it coming up more than once.
So, without hesitation, after bagging up most of the salmon for the freezer, my dad takes a chunk and starts frying it up with all kinds of stinking spices. The smells were so over powering that I had to go outside. I never thought that I would think heavy skunk stench was “fresh air.”
Can you have nightmares about stench? I think I will find out tonight.