Merle Hunts Pheasants

Gladys recalls:

"One time Merle and Calvin Thex went hunting
pheasants off in South Dakota. I think we
were living up at the Clark place.

Merle had shot a pheasant and saw the grass moving a
ways off. He thought that it was the one
he'd shot so he crept up and fell on it.

He was wearing a new pair of those California
pants. They were wool, tan plaid. All the men were
wearing them in the winter. They were all the rage.

Turns out he fell on a skunk. Well the skunk sprayed
and he got it bad. He took off the pants and was going to
throw them away. Calvin told him to bury them. So Merle
put the pants in a paper bag and tossed it in the trunk.

Merle changed his pants but whenever they'd go into
a resturant the smell would follow him. He said
that folks would just turn around and look.

When he got home he buried the pants on top of the cellar.
Eventually the smell went away and he wore the pants again.