My days are numbered
The countdown to Saturday begins.I did accomplish one thing and that was to purchase new hunting boots as my other ones were finally done in last year. I think they were on life support when I had my little problem last year.
A short summary: We had just completed a 1/2 mile walk where I shot two of the four roosters I killed on opening day. We had all loaded up in the back of Tony's truck and were driving back to where we had parked the other vehicles. As we were driving back, Tom said that he saw another rooster fly into the patch we had just hunted. About 5 of us jumped out of the back of the truck. By now I was catching hell for getting out because I had technically limited out. I didn't care and went to possibly shoot another rooster. My father, who can be a bit dim at times, managed to set my car alarm off. I ran back to shut it off and then decided that I could still catch the guys in the field. Back I took off at a dead run. I went to jump some grass beside a fence post so I could get in line with the rest of the guys.
Bad Idea.
You know, when people say "It was like slow motion" they really mean it. As I left the ground, I noticed that there was still barbed wire attached to the fence. In slow motion, I realized that I did not have near enough trajectory to clear the wire. There was nothing I could do as I became a slave to the laws of gravity and inertia. I hit the wire and everything became a close up of the grass I was jumping into. It was a pure and perfect faceplant.
My first thought was "Oh shit, did my gun go off? because it was pointed right in the direction of the guys i was trying to catch up to." Fortunately it hadn't. My next order of business was to pop off of the ground as fast as I had hit it just to make sure that no one had seen me.
Oops.
I popped up like a gopher coming out of his hole and tried to straighten my hat. As I bounced up, Bill started to laugh. He said "I heard you coming to catch up and all of the sudden I heard this WHUMP!! I looked back and all of the sudden you popped up out of the grass and your hat was all crooked." He was laughing so hard that he had to go back to the truck. Fortunately the rest of the guys didn't see it. But I did own up to it.
If you stop to think about it, it's really amazing that I haven't died yet.
posted by Rusty @ 10:30 PM
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