A bunch of people at work (Home Depot at the time) dared me to go deer hunting. Of course I woujld never shoot little Bambi, but I would go and hang with the boys for a day. So here I am, climbing up into my tree stand about 30 feet high. I managed to bet the top half of myself in, butt Crisco, fat in the can was not cooperating. I could not get my butt in. I lost my footing and down I went. I landed on Crisco, so I thought I was OK

but that was not the case. When I looked at my left foot, which hurt really bad, I noticed that my foot was "laying"on the ground.

So now what? Well, I crawled 2 miles out of the woods and it took another hour to get to the hospital

Well, the news was not good news and I was scheduled for surgery the very next day. So, that was my story.....Needelss to say, I have not been aske d to go hunting ever again. I have also been warned t stay out oftrees and off ladders

I guess it could be said that I am not the moswt graceful thing!!! Funny thing is, I trippedthis past summer in a Mr. Subway costume and chipped a bone in that anke...so yet another thing on my list of things not to do!!!!! Anybody wanna play frisbee.....I can take out teeth too!!!!
