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Hi Riprap, since we've beat this thread to death, here's why I'll never eat chicken again. Many years ago, I drove a tri-axle Mack for an asphalt company. I come in on a Mon. morning, the boss sez, go over to the big egg farm (nearby), they need a dump truck.( he knew full well why, but didn't tell me) I had no idea what lie ahead. I get there, the guy says, go around back, Joe will meet you, we had a "die off" over the weekend, you'll be hauling the dead chickens to a hole 2 miles away. Ooookay, I go around back, here's Joe with a front end loader, and a pile of dead chickens the size of a 2 car garage. The stench was overwhelming. I said, Good Lord, what are we doing with that? Joe told me another employee had dug a hole down the road, and I'd be dumping them in that hole. He then proceeded to scoop them up with the loader, and they plopped into the box. 6 loads later, we were done. I tried washing the box out, but that stench remained. When I did back up to the paver with a load of asphalt, the the paver crew laughed and held their noses, "What the heck were you hauling"? It took a week of asphalt and fuel oil to get rid of that smell, and that's why, to this day, I'll never eat chicken again.:smt078

 

Did they choke the chickens?

 

[QUOTE="semi" retired;4441301]Hi Riprap, since we've beat this thread to death, here's why I'll never eat chicken again. Many years ago, I drove a tri-axle Mack for an asphalt company. I come in on a Mon. morning, the boss sez, go over to the big egg farm (nearby), they need a dump truck.( he knew full well why, but didn't tell me) I had no idea what lie ahead. I get there, the guy says, go around back, Joe will meet you, we had a "die off" over the weekend, you'll be hauling the dead chickens to a hole 2 miles away. Ooookay, I go around back, here's Joe with a front end loader, and a pile of dead chickens the size of a 2 car garage. The stench was overwhelming. I said, Good Lord, what are we doing with that? Joe told me another employee had dug a hole down the road, and I'd be dumping them in that hole. He then proceeded to scoop them up with the loader, and they plopped into the box. 6 loads later, we were done. I tried washing the box out, but that stench remained. When I did back up to the paver with a load of asphalt, the the paver crew laughed and held their noses, "What the heck were you hauling"? It took a week of asphalt and fuel oil to get rid of that smell, and that's why, to this day, I'll never eat chicken again.:smt078[/QUOTE]

Here is my adventure at southern chicken plant. The ones up north by me are not nearly as bad, but still nasty when you get down to it.
http://www.thetruckersreport.com/tr...-gainesville-ga-2.html?highlight=live+oak,+fl

 

I hope that farmer paid well "semi"retired!! Nothing worse than the smell of death.
Ive heard alot of nasty stories on chicken (although I still like them off the bbq) I have a friend who works at a butcher shop, he says chicken prep is their noobie's job because theres so much stink and ooze that comes off them so nobody else will work with them. He wont eat anything with chicken either.
In high school ag class we did a field trip to MSU to watch live chickens getting processed and them testing de-feathering machines. It wasnt pretty a sight as a teenager lol

 

I love my spread axle 48ft flat. That being said I feel for the OP, this job can be very cruel and unforgiving. Experiences like this cause many good drivers to leave this industry. Nobody will work with him, he is just left hanging. sad

 

We're getting way off track here,,,,aw, what the heck. Haven't heard from the OP in a while, so I'm sure they figured it out. I hear ya' on the killing. I went to a slaughter house once, my buddy picked up hides there, and asked if I ever saw the killing floor. I'll spare you the details, but I was horrified. Took me a long time before I ate meat again.

 

yea I really prefer to view all my livestock medium rare with a side of mushroom and onions and fresh green beans with a cold beer beside it.

Doing a 2 year stint on my brother inlaws farm with a 1000 head of hogs was enough to turn me off pork for a good week until I came home to one Split over the fire that had been smoking for a day

 

Next time weight it before you go. If dispatch or broker tells you to run it over weight. Record the phone call from start to finish. When the d.o.t. wants to write you the ticket. Play the phone call to the officer. And suddenly they are your best friend. And they write the ticket directly to the company and let you go.

 

Uh NO. Just means they write TWO tickets. And they still screw with you until you get it right.

I'm a little curious about what kind of TV reception you get at the Banning scale OOS parking.

 

[QUOTE="semi" retired;4441301]Hi Riprap, since we've beat this thread to death, here's why I'll never eat chicken again. Many years ago, I drove a tri-axle Mack for an asphalt company. I come in on a Mon. morning, the boss sez, go over to the big egg farm (nearby), they need a dump truck.( he knew full well why, but didn't tell me) I had no idea what lie ahead. I get there, the guy says, go around back, Joe will meet you, we had a "die off" over the weekend, you'll be hauling the dead chickens to a hole 2 miles away. Ooookay, I go around back, here's Joe with a front end loader, and a pile of dead chickens the size of a 2 car garage. The stench was overwhelming. I said, Good Lord, what are we doing with that? Joe told me another employee had dug a hole down the road, and I'd be dumping them in that hole. He then proceeded to scoop them up with the loader, and they plopped into the box. 6 loads later, we were done. I tried washing the box out, but that stench remained. When I did back up to the paver with a load of asphalt, the the paver crew laughed and held their noses, "What the heck were you hauling"? It took a week of asphalt and fuel oil to get rid of that smell, and that's why, to this day, I'll never eat chicken again.:smt078[/QUOTE]

Mother's fired chicken sure was good with a couple of rolls with gravy poured over them!

Of course back them they were grown in the back yard.