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WowI fell over dead a few minutes after I shot a bull elk right before the Halloween blizzard hit. My defibrillator fired my heart back into rhythm and I laid unconscious long enough for a foot of snow to pile up on me while I was out. Upon ‘waking’ up I walked miles to find help.
I think I would have sat in the boat planning a name for a new dog.My dog slid off the wet deck of my skiff right next to a wounded 10' alligator in 10' of water so I jumped in after him. Held the gator's tail with a death grip of one arm while I grabbed the dogs collar with the other hand and screaming at my friend to shoot the gator, which after what seemed like forever he finally did. Gator's back foot scratched up my chest pretty good.
WowSeeing and trying to comfort a man who's face had been removed by a grizzly bear.
Yeah you earned that one brother lolOf course not a single picture these guys took using my camera shows his right rear leg. What's sad is the next guy that comes along and see's where this elk was dressed out IN THE ROAD will think to himself, That lucky SOB got this elk right here in the damn road. Why doesn't that ever happen to me? Little do they know!
Damn Mike I couldn't imagine what that was like....do you think you killed her?
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Damn Mike I couldn't imagine what that was like....do you think you killed her?
Wow your shitting me?! How many shots do you think hit herShe lived. Idaho Fish and Game took a DNA swab from my glove she bit and tracked it to a collared bear; they sent me a picture of she and the grown Cubs feeding on a moose kill the following spring. Tough gal.
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Wow your shitting me?! How many shots do you think hit her
Man, to bad they didn't put you in a casket, wheel you into the ER with everyone there and be like "uh, guys we have a situation here." Then they open it up and there is a living person in there. Man, that would have been priceless.I guess I’ve used up about all my luck....
The worst outdoor-related experience I ever dealt with happened when I was 12 years old. On a spring day I grabbed my rod and tackle box to go fish a local pond. I rode a small motorcycle to the pond and spent a couple hours fishing there. I knew my aunt and uncle would be arriving at our house soon and so I decided to go home and visit. I was riding the bike around the pond....maybe doing 25 mph....when I suddenly hit an unseen dip with a serious bump on the other side. I never had a chance.
Before I could react, I was launched into the air. I lost grip on the bike due to riding while managing a rod and tackle box. I came down hard on the bars, smashing them into my ribs and abdomen....completely knocking the wind out of me and shocking me with pain. I couldn’t get up or stand for several minutes. When I finally found my feet, I couldn’t stay up without fainting. I tried several times for maybe a half hour. Finally I managed to get up but no way could I walk, and home was a mile away. The bike wouldn’t start and I went down again. Finally....I got it started and somehow was able to navigate it home. I arrived bruised, sick, in pain and shock.
I told my family what happened but nobody...including me...understood the significance of the wreck. I went to my room and laid down to rest. An hour later I was feeling like death and my mom had endured enough worry. I was driven to a local doctor and examined. My BP was dangerously low and he suspected internal injuries. The local ambulance was out on a run and so they called the only option which was the funeral home. I was stretchered into a white hearse and headed toward a hospital 30 minutes away. My mom actually held an IV bottle out the window (higher) so the fluid would run faster and help my BP.
Into the ER and rapidly evaluated. I recall swallowing the nasogastric tube. Bright lights....people...masks....then nothing at all.
I woke up in the dark...scared and hurting. The surgeons had cut me open from ribs to pelvis. I spent 10 days in the hospital recovering. My spleen was destroyed, and a lobe of my liver was gone. My abdomen was full of blood, but other organs were okay. I received multiple transfusions of blood. It was days before I could eat anything. When they changed my dressing my belly looked like a railroad track with the long wound and sutures. But I survived.
The surgeon told my parents I escaped dying by a narrow margin. If I had fallen asleep or spent another hour in my room it would’ve been very doubtful. Disappointingly, I missed football season next fall. But I was back fishing by June and the little motorcycle got me around. I used football season to hunt squirrels. And here I am....still hunting, fishing and riding the guts out of a much bigger motorcycle.
" I got one tryin to get out. Would one of y'all see about this?"Man, to bad they didn't put you in a casket, wheel you into the ER with everyone there and be like "uh, guys we have a situation here." Then they open it up and there is a living person in there. Man, that would have been priceless.