All I know is that I never want to get sprayed again. I was 2 hours from home when I got it good from about 10 feet. I stripped down to my drawers, threw my clothes in the bed of the truck, and drove home. I almost made it, but had to stop for fuel. I'll never forget the moment when I realized my predicament. Picture this, now. It was 7:30 in the morning, freezing cold, I was wearing nothing but my underwear, my boots and my hat, and my face was painted up. This was before the pay at the pump, so I had to go inside to pay. The gas station guy wouldn't come out to take my money, and when I went inside, I got cussed out for stinking up the place. It was not a good start to the day. Dang a skunk.