Post by olhillbilly on Nov 11, 2008 23:31:14 GMT -6
Saturday night after work Me an Mud was attemptin ta fish. After havin caught a few shad (two to be exact and a drum) and got our poles in the water. (big shad). We set off ta light up a fire. Cold north wind (breeze) an was sposta get down ta 26 that night. Only serious fishermen apply here. Or mentally challenged.
Got the fire goin an Mud goes onna wood gatherin trek. Comes back with a truck load of logs in his arms. I commence ta breakin the branches on this designated wood breakin rock. The one that sticks up higher than the rest an has been tested as solid. I breaks a few into pieces short enuff to fit the fire pit. Then I grab this one bout the size of a large Campbell soup can in diameter. I slam it down upon said rock an ............
WOWY!!!!!!! the vibrations attack my left hand. I say some repetitious cuss words while knowing my fingers have just broke up like icicles an fell off my hand. Was similar to smackin a chunk of concrete with a ball bat. Fingers bein cold an well, the vibrations continued on for a long while. (as well as the cussin)
Mud asks if I'm ok. I reply I am just as soon as I gather up my fingers.
Mud now, (prolly figgerin I'm a wimp) gathers up same said stick an wallops said same rock. He lets out a holler an I crack up between the cussin outbursts. (thinkin Duh, here!)
Later after duct tapin my fingers back on I try breakin a smaller diameter stick. Seemed easy. I was stompin it an it was breakin. Till it got shorter an I figgered one last break. I hauls off an stomps down hard and instead of it breakin where I was stompin, it broke off by my hand.
The rest of the stick smacked down across my big toe.
Needless to say, more cussin ensued. And hobblin around. When I got home an tried ta move it it sounded alil like crunchin tater chips. It still makes funny poppin noises, but least dont hurt like just after the moment of impact.
Mud took ta usin the cordless saw to help break wood into smaller chunks.
We didnt catch anything all weekend cept for bait. and very dang lil of that.
Got the fire goin an Mud goes onna wood gatherin trek. Comes back with a truck load of logs in his arms. I commence ta breakin the branches on this designated wood breakin rock. The one that sticks up higher than the rest an has been tested as solid. I breaks a few into pieces short enuff to fit the fire pit. Then I grab this one bout the size of a large Campbell soup can in diameter. I slam it down upon said rock an ............
WOWY!!!!!!! the vibrations attack my left hand. I say some repetitious cuss words while knowing my fingers have just broke up like icicles an fell off my hand. Was similar to smackin a chunk of concrete with a ball bat. Fingers bein cold an well, the vibrations continued on for a long while. (as well as the cussin)
Mud asks if I'm ok. I reply I am just as soon as I gather up my fingers.
Mud now, (prolly figgerin I'm a wimp) gathers up same said stick an wallops said same rock. He lets out a holler an I crack up between the cussin outbursts. (thinkin Duh, here!)
Later after duct tapin my fingers back on I try breakin a smaller diameter stick. Seemed easy. I was stompin it an it was breakin. Till it got shorter an I figgered one last break. I hauls off an stomps down hard and instead of it breakin where I was stompin, it broke off by my hand.
The rest of the stick smacked down across my big toe.
Needless to say, more cussin ensued. And hobblin around. When I got home an tried ta move it it sounded alil like crunchin tater chips. It still makes funny poppin noises, but least dont hurt like just after the moment of impact.
Mud took ta usin the cordless saw to help break wood into smaller chunks.
We didnt catch anything all weekend cept for bait. and very dang lil of that.
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...on account of my theory that frozen digits tend to make it a bit difficult to do stuff...any stuff......thanks for bein' kind enough to prove out that theory an' savin' me the trouble... ;D...
...laughin' 
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