archer66
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I was hunting a creek at my grandparent's farm and decided to cut thru the timber on our place across some ridges to the spot in the creek where I left off the day before rather than to go directly to the ridge that leads to that spot. Thought I might stumble across a shed on the way. Anyhow there are several deep V gouges eroded in the hillside seperating different ridge fingers running down off the main ridge..some of em are pretty deep maybe 10 feet with fairly steep sides. Well anyhow I came to one of em and there was a big ole dead tree bridged across it. At first I thought I'd just walk across on the tree like I did when I was a kid but it was pretty rotten and I wasn't sure it would hold me. So rather than walk up or down hill to go around the gully it I decided to go thru it. Slid down one side of it to the bottom then started climbing out. Well it was a bit soggy and I kept slipping but was making progress. As I neared the top I gained better footing and better speed and BAM...something very heavy nailed me on the top of the head. Hit so hard that my teeth mashed together and my neck jammed. I'd forgotten about that darn tree layin across the gully and came up underneath it. The blow knocked me down and I slid back to the bottom of the gully stunned. I had to sit there for a few minutes and wipe the cobwebs out before climbing back out again watching out where I was going this time. Needless to say I was finished for the day. I had a severe headache for a couple days and was pretty well concussed.
I'll tell one more on myself for now.
Was rock hunting in a creek in late January and happened upon a place where the creek had eroded into the side of a hill creating a pretty tall bank over which hangs a rock outcropping that looked like it might be large enough to enter. Problem is there had been a LOT of moisture and there was water running out of the hillside creating a giant ICE slide down the side of the hill under the outcrop. I wanted to climb up and search the exposed dirt around the ice and at the base of the rock outcrop so I stood there in the creek noticing some mud and rock on the ice and some gaps in the ice where it was thawing. I talked myself into thinking I could climb up the ice nearly 15 feet to the rock outcrop. Bad idea. I got about 3 quarters of the way up and stepped on a particularly greasy spot of mud and of course my foot went out from under me. I did a real nice slow motion triple lutz, fell on my rear on the ice and plunged down the ice into the partially frozen creek. Guess what happened next? Yup you guessed it...I broke through the rotting ice and doused myself almost head to toe in water less than a foot deep but deep enough to get real wet. I got lucky though...the ice broke my fall...AND my backpack holding my expensive camera took flight and landed across the creek...camera not broke...just my pride.
I was hunting a creek at my grandparent's farm and decided to cut thru the timber on our place across some ridges to the spot in the creek where I left off the day before rather than to go directly to the ridge that leads to that spot. Thought I might stumble across a shed on the way. Anyhow there are several deep V gouges eroded in the hillside seperating different ridge fingers running down off the main ridge..some of em are pretty deep maybe 10 feet with fairly steep sides. Well anyhow I came to one of em and there was a big ole dead tree bridged across it. At first I thought I'd just walk across on the tree like I did when I was a kid but it was pretty rotten and I wasn't sure it would hold me. So rather than walk up or down hill to go around the gully it I decided to go thru it. Slid down one side of it to the bottom then started climbing out. Well it was a bit soggy and I kept slipping but was making progress. As I neared the top I gained better footing and better speed and BAM...something very heavy nailed me on the top of the head. Hit so hard that my teeth mashed together and my neck jammed. I'd forgotten about that darn tree layin across the gully and came up underneath it. The blow knocked me down and I slid back to the bottom of the gully stunned. I had to sit there for a few minutes and wipe the cobwebs out before climbing back out again watching out where I was going this time. Needless to say I was finished for the day. I had a severe headache for a couple days and was pretty well concussed.
I'll tell one more on myself for now.
Was rock hunting in a creek in late January and happened upon a place where the creek had eroded into the side of a hill creating a pretty tall bank over which hangs a rock outcropping that looked like it might be large enough to enter. Problem is there had been a LOT of moisture and there was water running out of the hillside creating a giant ICE slide down the side of the hill under the outcrop. I wanted to climb up and search the exposed dirt around the ice and at the base of the rock outcrop so I stood there in the creek noticing some mud and rock on the ice and some gaps in the ice where it was thawing. I talked myself into thinking I could climb up the ice nearly 15 feet to the rock outcrop. Bad idea. I got about 3 quarters of the way up and stepped on a particularly greasy spot of mud and of course my foot went out from under me. I did a real nice slow motion triple lutz, fell on my rear on the ice and plunged down the ice into the partially frozen creek. Guess what happened next? Yup you guessed it...I broke through the rotting ice and doused myself almost head to toe in water less than a foot deep but deep enough to get real wet. I got lucky though...the ice broke my fall...AND my backpack holding my expensive camera took flight and landed across the creek...camera not broke...just my pride.
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So, I was searching for artifacts and praying for my own relief when I slipped in there that I wanted to find an axehead. No more than 3 minutes later something broke loose and I had to make a quick decision, run for the latrine or the closest boulder to hide behind, lol. Camp was a good hike away so I chose the boulder, lol. I scampered as fast as I could to the boulder, kind of slid to a stop, put my hand out to brace myself and I'll be darned if I didn't put my hand right on an axe, lmao. It was my first Myan/Mixtec axe that I had found. 
I just stood there feeling the water and mud fill my knee boots. I could not reach the boat or anything to pull myself out. A boat went by and I was kinda embarrassed so I just waved 
and they just stared at me lol. I remembered 37 telling a similar story on here so I went flat against the mud and wiggled out of my boots and actually wiggled back to the boat. It was red mud and I was a mess with no shoes and soaking wet. 
