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Far too many of those, at least in the NI farming community. Oddly (or not) quite a few start with farmers trying to rescue their dogs and being overcome by the gases. Fairly high profile case a few years ago of a promising rugby player (Nevin Spence) who died along with his father and brother (sister was also involved but recovered) trying to save their dog.
I grew up next to a dairy farm. Terrified thinking back about how we used to just wander around the slatted holding areas, one dodgy concrete beam away from falling in.
Although, the smell of freshly spread slurry is comforting in an odd way as it reminds me of home. You learn quickly to hold back if driving down a country lane and you see a tractor in a field with a slurry spreader on the back nearing the other side of the hedge.
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Yep, the worst stories are the falling into slurry tanks, that is a horrific thing to do