Don’t mix Drozd’s and Tequila
Or this is what happens. It was January of this year and I still have one embedded in my palm. The one in the pinky went all the way through…3 days later!
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Good story Nuglor. I gotta do a little drinking with you. 8)
DH
That sucks!!
It was over on the TOG before the crash. The only way to see it no would be if someone had saved it or if THX happens along.
Where’s a pic of the cat bite?
THX’s cat bite was pretty bad. I remember he said that one of the cat’s teeth snapped off under the skin and he found it later. Didn’t he end up with nerve damage?
Oh damn that looks like it hurt 😆 Ditto on THX’s cat bite!
Jim.
Nuglor; You’re a better man. It took a bit more coaxing for me to believe I’m not indestructible. It took a while though. I’m 53 now and I’m still doing stupid shit. I guess I’ve been gambling with my life for so long that it’s now hard to stop.
Life is to be measured in breadth, not length. I’ve been successful in achieving the former. We’ll see about the later. AKULA
One thing I don’t do is play with alcohol and powderburners. I’m at least smart enought to know that.
Nuglor; Thankfully everything is okay with your hand. I’ve been the instigator of many dumbshits. At the age of eight my left hand was cut to the wrist bone due to my tryinging to ram trough a window at a friend’s home. My buddy’s mother took me to the emergency room and had the hand sewn back on.
At the age of 30 I jumped off of a balcony and busted my right wrist. That hurt less than the the three bustsed ribs that occured from the jump. The right wrist needed surgury to function again. Basically, my right hand had to be removed, the wrist rebuilt and the hand reattached. It works quite well though. What a dumbshit I am.
Don’t feel bad about a few shots through your hand. Others of us have done much worse without the aid of alcohol. If you wish to party with your brother in the future I suggest you stick with airguns. At least the entrance holes will be small and the corpse will be recognizible. AKULA
O.K., here’s the short version. I live in Austin, TX and my older brother (by 7 yrs.) was working in Galveston, TX at the time. He’s an army chopper pilot that started out in huey’s, then blackhawks, and finally chinooks. He spent a year flying chinooks in Iraq and even took ol’ Sadaam for a ride one day back from a court appearance. He’s out now, but still fly’s choppers for a job. He’s flying a hospital chopper now up in Ohio, but at the time was flying out to the oil rigs and back in Galveston. I hadn’t seen him in quite a while and when I found out he was in Galveston, I had to make the 4 hr. drive to see him. I took a bottle of Sauza Commerativo for us to share and enjoy catching up. Of course I had to take the Drozd down to show him. After we killed the bottle, it was close to midnight. He went to sleep since he had to fly the next day, but I was still stumbling around looking for something to do. I decided to take my Drozd down to the beach and see what sea critter I could find running around. I grabbed a couple of beers, strapped my HPA bottle to my hip and hiked down to the sea wall with my Drozd. Once I got down there, I ripped off a few bursts in the sand just for the hell of it. I set the Drozd down on some jetty rocks while I popped open a beer. After slamming the beer, I threw the empty can out in front of me intending to use it as a target. What I didn’t realize at the time was, when I set my Drozd down, I forgot to turn the power switch off. When I bent down to pick it up, I made the mistake of grabbing the barrel with one hand and the pistol grip with the other. My finger just brushed the trigger and Rat-a-tat-tat! Before I knew it, I had tattooed my hand. I immediately knew I had F****d up. Big time! I high tailed it back to my brothers apartment and woke him up to let him know I was going to the hospital. I hopped in my truck and took off before I realized that I didn’t even know where the hospital was. I dialed 911 to ask for directions. God, I’d love to get a copy of that tape. I was drunker than a skunk, driving in a town I had never been in before and talking on my cell phone to a 911 operator who was trying to give me directions. It took me 30 minutes to make a 15 minute trip, but finally made it…. without getting pulled over. To that operators credit, she stayed on the phone with me the whole time. When I got to the hospital, they gave me the regular sit down and wait routine and I just about passed out from being so drunk. When they finally did look at me, do you know what they did? Gave me a shot of morphine for the pain and put a band aid on it. No shit… a band aid. They said it would do more damage trying to take them out than just leaving them in. The one in my pinky came out the other side 3 days later (with the help of a fish tank magnet). the middle one is still in there and I can feel it to this day. I have no idea what became of the third one in my palm. I’ve never been able to feel it and it has never bothered me. Well, that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it! 😆
DAMN!!!! Nuglor, that must of hurt like hell!!!!!!!! 😮
Ouch Nuglor…..
I see you still managed to write a list of what NOT to do while drinking Aquila judging by that pad of paper behind your hand, lol
THX1138 posted a pic of his hand after a feral cat stuck a claw in it…. Not many pictures make me cringe, but that one did. Yours is now in that list too…. Not so much the picture itself, but the thought that I could have easily have done it to myself soo many times… Thank god for single shot, lol
Nuglor; I hunt elk in Wyoming every year that I’m not deployed with the Navy. Years ago we used to have Tequilla night before we struck our tents in the Big Horns. We stopped the tradition after one of our hunters, Wildman, downed a fifth of agave crap. He went wild as his callsign suggests. He ran from the tent screaming obscenities clad in only his thermal underwear, no boots, nothing more.
It was 10 below zero (F) with a foot of snow on the ground. We all laughed until he didn’t come back. In our drunken and dazed state we dressed for the weather and tried to find Wildman….No luck. The snow was pounded down covered with horse droppings and tracks from a week in the mountains. Trying to track him was a lost cause. It didn’t help that we were all staggering drunk too.
We were a bit worried but Wildman at the time was the commanding officer of a USAF search and rescue helo unit in Alaska and a bush pilot on the side. We figured he thought it was warm outside and took a stroll. He’s one tough SOB.
Wildman made it all the way to the hay pile for the horses 100 yds away. We found him bundled up in the covering tarp for the hay in the middle of the bales the next morning when we were preparing for the camp tear down. I think he slept better and warmer than I did that night.
I leave for this year’s elk hunt in the morning. I’ll have many stories from the upcoming hunt. I’ll post them here with pics. Sorry, but I’ll be using a super magnum in the Big Horns. There is a time for 50 fpe but I need 4,000 fpe up there. A tool for every purpose I say. I love my airguns though. AKULA
Ouch.
Come on: spill the beans as to the whole story behind it.
My favourite story of accidental shootings was a couple in the UK who were shooting a squirrel from their kitchen window. The wife was the spotter and the husband was using a scoped rifle. Of course, he forgot to take into account the fact that the barrel is lower than the scope and proceeded to shoot his wife in the back of the head.
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DH
No problem… You bring the Tequila and I’ll bring the Drozd! 😛 And a set of steel mesh gloves!