So I hang a brand new game camera by my lakeside cache box, just to see how it works. 12 hours later I go back to check it out but it's gone. Seems some black bear ninja'd up behind it, not confused at all by the manufactures camouflage "Super Invisible 7000", and judo chopped it right off the tree. This is the only evidence my high tech gadget got.
And on the way back up the mountain I wanted to see if the 1984 Suzuki could make it up the treacherous back route. It did not. I did one of those 360's you see on TV but didn't quite stick the landing. I did manage to thrust my right leg out in time to kick the machine off my head. Footpeg or something bit me right in the cheek. Not my face cheek but my butt cheek. How it cut me through my pants without tearing my drawers I do not know. A little first aid with the help of a mirror and neosporin and I should pull through ok. Softball size bruise will hinder my outhouse operations for a week or so. I'd post a photo but I believe the code of conduct rules would quickly earn me a seat in the penalty box. Minor damage to the handlebars and the SKS took another hit for the team too. This is precisely the reason that SKS accompanies me on the ATV and snowmachine. The view today:
Spot Gen3 tracker in my pocket. I could press the button on that for help. The second option is to cry loudly so every bear and wolf in the neighborhood converges on the injured.
Ouch! Feeling a little salty? I still have a horse shoe print on one foot from a stunt like that on a horse. Feel better soon.
Lol we were playing rescue race bareback you run the horse down, round the barrel and pick up the person on the barrel. I was the 3rd person and when we picked up the last we didn't make it and everyone slid off. Five 10yr Olds on a horse the back person slides a bit but this time it was a disaster. I've had my share of dumb stunts followed by bruises, scars and concussions. It's good to be alive
We had a game at a roping pen where I worked. Untie the calf, return the pigging string to the Roper, jump on the calf and ride to the end of the ring, bail of just before the horizontal 4x4 that blocks the horses from chasing down the calves. If you give a good ride somebody will buy you a soda pop. If you miss your timing it'll hurt.
I went to a boarding school in Colorado and we had a horse program. The girls would come over from the girls school and barrel race, I used to love watching them, those girls had guts.
I used to love the cowhide race and the wild cow milking contest-still have scars from both, but it sure was a lotta fun.
I would try too ride hogs or grab them by the tail for a belly drag. One dragged me thru brair patch one day , Ended up with a 10" cut on the stomach, Dad cut out my pig riding after that!