two down, two to go
So, I am taking a break from working on one of my final projects. This is a very involved work where I have to write four things, a news story (cake), a broadcast story, a press release and two full page print ads. The broadcast story is done, the press release is also done. However my printer is now out of ink. I guess I had better bust ass and finish up the ads, and then run to WalMart in the morning to get more ink. That way all that is left is to do the news story. I'll load it with quotes and transitions.It wasn't a bad weekend, despite what my ankle believed. Appearantly, my ankle had not quite healed from Thanksgiving weekend. On Friday while I was calling the games, I felt it stiffen up. I don't move a lot while watching the games because I'm so focused on what is going on. Anyways, after the games, I hopped in my exploder and zipped over to Moundridge. I noticed that my ankle was hurting a little then especially when I tried to run across the road. Knowing that I was hunting in the morning, I decided that a little ice and some ibuprofen would probably go a long way. I iced my ankle and took some ibuprofen.
Saturday morning came and my ankle was a bit tender, but nothing unbearable. I felt that it hurt a lot worse the weekend before. I didn't do my ghetto tape job and just laced my boots up tight. The G-man and I hunted the first patch. I walked slow with thoughts of my foot in the back of my head but I didn't baby it or anything. During our walk, I did hit one rooster from a long ways off. It buckled once but didn't go down. As we came to the end of the field, Hollie went to a snap point off to my left. The G-man was off to the right and out of range so, i went to see what she was pointing. I got close and a rooster broke. One shot later and the rooster went down and Holly jumped on top of it.
The next patch we hunted was some draws in the middle of a green wheat field. That's when I really began to notice my ankle was incredibly tender because the wheat field was still frozen but very uneven. We flushed another rooster but neither of us had a shot. We chased some quail but then we went to the last patch of the day, the milo field where I shot that rooster on Tuesday before Thanksgiving. We walked all around it and by the last 1/2 mile my ankle was really hurting. There was a little draw on the west edge and I thought that the grass would provide enough cushion for me that I could walk much easier.
Oops.
That's what I get for thinking. I never saw the hole. I stepped in it with my right foot which just happened to be attatched to my now sore ankle. I went down like I had been shot. The G-man said he was looking and it was like I had disappeared. I didn't even swear because I had no words that would describe the pain shooting through my ankle. Somehow I did buck up and finish the field. I got home and I could still walk albeit with a slight limp. I drove back to Hutch and called two more ball games via the radio and by the time I was finished i was done. I stood up to let Cliff take over and I realized that my ankle would barely support any weight.
In fact, when I got home, my ankle was swollen.
Now I will be on a strict regimien of ice and rest because Saturday there is a major hunt planned and I have to be healthy. This will be great fodder for my other final paper due tuesday.
posted by Rusty @ 10:35 PM
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