I believe it was the early '90s. I planned a backpack trip to check out a 'secret' cutthroat lake. My employer at the time, Mad Dog Express thought it'd be a swell time to enroll us all in a weekend haz-mat seminar. My boss and I went back and forth about it with me insisting that he'd have to pay us all and him insisting that we had to do it on our own time. Well, after he checked on it a bit be caved and said I had to go but I'd be paid for my time. His assistant manager, who knew what I was up to told me the news. I just looked at him and said " time for plan B". He asked what that was. I said "you'll see".

So the morning of the seminar I put on an old flannel shirt over my other shirt. To this I pinned cotton swabs dabbed in skunk scent, which I purchased at an archery store. I used plastic wrap to keep the heinous ball away from my other shirt.
This was the pure stuff, 100% skunk scent. The kind you can smell a half mile away.

I had all my gear packed for the weekend trip and went to the meeting.
It seems there were more than just our people there, the room was packed with several more trucking companies drivers. I was hoping to be annoying enough to get the meeting cut short so I could get on the road.
So I entered the hall, which I only expected to contain my co-workers and found like 300 drivers present. Well, in for a penny in for a pound.

People were gagging as soon as I entered. Like sick gagging. This stuff was actually full strength skunk spray. I seemed to be in the eye of the storm as I barely smelled it, but right away it had a huge effect on the crowd.

I just held nonchalant, explaining to the instructor that my dogs had cornered a skunk under the car that morning and I was told I positively had to take that course.

The assistant manager then had figured out what 'plan B' was and was fighting mightily to contain himself.
He gestured to me that our group was in the back of the room. So I climbed over legs all the way back there, with everyone gagging as I passed them.
When I sat down the assistant manager, who by then was loving this, told me I needed to fill out these forms that were stacked on the tables up front.
So I waded passed everyone again to get the forms and then again to get back to my seat.

Now, me and Jim, the asst manager are the only ones who know what I'm up to. I think I may have pulled a muscle just trying not to laugh.

So the seminar starts.

The dude dims the lights and starts the first video that we have to watch.
Not 2 minutes later the video goes off and the lights came back on. The instructor stood up in front of us all and pointed to me.

"If you leave right now I will give you full credit for this course" he said.
"Wha?" I exclaimed in mock disbelief.
"Right Now" he replied. "Full Credit".
"Okay Sir" I replied, "If your sure".

He was.
He pushed me all the way down the hall and out the door with his hand on my back.

I still had to stop at Kienes to get some leader and tippet material.
I got to the shop before they opened but Andy was in there. He opened up for me but since I still had the residual skunk on me, really strong, I asked Andy to get the stuff, ring it up and just take my money through the door.
And I was on my way!

And it was great. My first Cutts.
Although I did stink of skunk for a day and my car had to air out for a week but what's that compared to getting into a new fish?

We've all done something like that right?