Ah yes, the sweet smell of manure, liberally spread behind the tractor. I remember driving the tractor and spreading the manure when I was a kid. What a job. We had to do it that way to keep the manure pile from getting large enough to spontaneously combust and burn down the barn. I have vivid memories of standing on a large pile, in the winter, forking the manure out to find the hot spot. My hands and head were cold but my feet were hot from the fire burning in the heart of the pile.

I really understood being in hot sh*t that day.