Well, as usual, I have no pics....but I do have a story.
First, as a Warehouseman I generally didn't ride in a Crummy much but when I first started to work for BCFP at Renfrew it was on the Forestry Crew. In those days most companies had their own forestry crews that planted trees, spaced plantations and generally did what needed to be done in those areas. Pretty well all contracted out nowadays but not so back then.
Anyway, when you live in a logging camp, work like a dog every day and then eat like a horse in the cookhouse every day too you will sometimes achieve that state where even the tiniest and most silent of your farts will absolutely gag a maggot.
I found myself in possession of a number of such killer farts one morning and, as fate would have it, I ended up sitting right above the heater with its blower fan in one of the front seats.
I became aware of my power upon releasing the first silent wonder, which immediately spread throughout the confines of the crummy.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT??" was the first response I recall, quickly followed by much gagging and choking.
I, of course, sat silently with as innocent a look as possible on my face.
Inside I was peeing myself with laughter, but I didn't reveal anything at all.
A couple of miles passed and the crummy had aired out some when I released my second little pfftt.
I was most gratified when the reaction was again almost immediate and again consisted of much wailing, gagging, opening of windows and protests against whomever had passed this horrible gaseous mixture from some dark place.
Naturally I went along with attempting to shame out the perp and called long and loud for his head.....or some part of his body....all the while feigning innocence of course.
My third contribution to the morning ride led to one of the guys pulling the stop cord while another pounded on the front crummy window while yelling for the driver to stop.
He stopped and we all piled out amidst much cursing and accusations etc. etc. I never copped that it was me and tried to blame everyone else of course, so nobody really knew who it was in the end.
I have rarely felt so powerful. LOL
But it's true, I once stunk up a crummy so bad with three little silent farts that the crew had to stop and get out to get fresh air.
Good times.
Take care.
