My oddest injury

[Getback]

Mechanics post reminded me of an injury I had many many years ago when I was about 7 or 8. I grew up on a farm in Southwest Indiana. Owen county to be exact or Sweet Owen county as the locals call it. Tarzan was big in our lives back then and well so was hunting and cowboys and Indians. That all kind of came together one day.

One day my older foster brother Denny,  my real brother Rick, and I were out in our pastor lands. Denny had his 45lb pull bow with him doing some target practice. We came to one of our favorite gullies where there was a couple of grape vines that we had cut so that we could swing across like Tarzan. Denny got the great idea that my brother should swing across the gully on the grape vine and he would shoot an arrow between Rick's leg. Now frankly to me this didn't seem to promote humanity (As I would put it today). However my, brother being the dare devil he was in the day, grabs the vine and swings across the gully. Swish, the arrow lands right between his legs.

Okay Ron (Getback) now your turn. Wow intense pressure there. Boy, peer pressure sucks. I mean I want to be manly but is this manly. I succumb, grab the vine with my shaking little hands and with tightened leg muscles push off. While swinging across I some how in mid flight get the brilliant idea to put both legs together upon landing. I'm really not sure if I was thinking I would make a smaller target or if I was trying to protect my jewels. Even a 7 year old knows about his jewels. Once I land thud! I felt very little pain but yet it felt like some one just punched my in the calf. With scared hesitation I look back and down to see a 3 foot arrow hanging out of my calf. Not exactly sure why, maybe because I thought I was suppose to, I start to cry. Denny comes over and says now don't be crying. So I stop. Hmmm, Denny thinks out loud, do I push it through and break it off or do I just pull it out. Okay, now I really want to cry. I don't though. He decides to pull it out. For just a split second you could see the muscle fiber in my leg but then wow did a gush of blood come spilling out. So he takes me down to the crick (Yeah I know it's creek, I claim country folk). He washes the wound out with the same cool clean water the cows have been pissing and dumping in. He then spits tobacco juice on it. Oh Yeah that's the antiseptic of choice..........not. We make it back to the farm house with a blood trail all the way.

When we get there he says wait here. He goes in and grabs a bandaid. You know the ones that are meant for the booboos. It almost covers the diameter of the wound. In the end it never got infected but did take quite a while to heal properly. To this day I can still feel that hole in my leg when I press on the scar. I have always been thankful it was a practice arrow. My foster parents never found out it happened.

[gpwurzel]

Ouch GB, bet that smarted at the time. The only odd injury I've had was while fishing on a boat in the English Channel. Was a bit bouncy out there, but nothing too bad. Had made up a rig with size 3/0 hooks (approx 2.5 inches long on the shank, with quite a wide gape). Attached the rig to my main line, turned round to tidy up the bits I had out, slipped on a loose bit of bait and promptly sat down - only problem is, where I was was an open box of 3/0 hooks.

Ended up with around 15 - 20 hooks in my backside. Skipper took a look, grabbed a length of line and doulbled it, laid each shank down parralel with my backside, put the looped line inside the shank, then pulled away from the line of the shank. Took em about 8 mins to pull all of the hooks out, laughing at me with every single one. Not the most painful injury, but probably the funniest looking back.


Wurzel

[Getback]

Ouch GB, bet that smarted at the time. The only odd injury I've had was while fishing on a boat in the English Channel. Was a bit bouncy out there, but nothing too bad. Had made up a rig with size 3/0 hooks (approx 2.5 inches long on the shank, with quite a wide gape). Attached the rig to my main line, turned round to tidy up the bits I had out, slipped on a loose bit of bait and promptly sat down - only problem is, where I was was an open box of 3/0 hooks.

Ended up with around 15 - 20 hooks in my backside. Skipper took a look, grabbed a length of line and doulbled it, laid each shank down parralel with my backside, put the looped line inside the shank, then pulled away from the line of the shank. Took em about 8 mins to pull all of the hooks out, laughing at me with every single one. Not the most painful injury, but probably the funniest looking back.


Wurzel

  Yikes, I think panic would have set in.

[1pLUs44]

Reading this forum reminds me I have a long life ahead of me... and somewhere along the line, I'm gonna top one of these

[Stixx]

Reading this forum reminds me I have a long life ahead of me... and somewhere along the line, I'm gonna top one of these

That's the spirit. 

[Enker]

I once woke up face down in the bathroom sink with blood running down(up?) my face. Turns out, I went sleepwalking and fell. A lot. I followed my blood trail from the sink all the way down the stairs to in front of the still open refrigerator, along with a partially filled pan of water and a package of hot dogs.

[Bronk]

Oddest injuries are usually preceded by "Hey, watch this!" or "Hold my beer and watch this.". 

[Banshee7]

Oddest injuries are usually preceded by "Hey, watch this!" or "Hold my beer and watch this.". 

You don't have to quote me!

[BaDkaRmA158Th]

Look on the bright side, you owe a arror to some part of his body, as payment.

The great thing is no one has the say so of WHERE, but you.





Oh happy days comin'.

[Lusche]

Mine:

Back in the days when I still attended University, one of my hobbies was making small movies with other students.
One day we were filming (a rather bizarre persiflage). My role was (appropriate for my height) a karloff-like monster.
We were filming the death of that monster during a police raid at a deserted industrial area (former steelworks).  I ran away, was being shot, fell spectacular onto the gravel while tossing my sabre away.At first, all went well. We did a few takes until we ran out of blank cartridges. I was glad, because being completely unathletic, I was pretty much exhausted. Suddenly one actor discovered he still had some in his pocket, just enough give all guns another, last shot. So the director decided to go for a last take.
This time I was too exhausted. I threw myself into the gravel again, but I wasn't able to throw away the sabre with enough force. Instead of away, it went up. I didn't notice that instantly. I rolled on the ground came to rest on my back and opened the eyes...

OH SH** !!!

I saw the sabre directly overhead, tumbling in the air and coming down...on me! It actually felt like slow motion, but there was nothing I could do. I was like being hypnotized and watching the blade coming down onto my head...

Then he hit me above the upper lip, right between nose and mouth. Didn't hurt as much as I expected . Fortunately I hadn't been hit with the tip, and the blade was just sharp enough to pierce my skin down to the upper jaw but not able to hurt my bone. One inch lower, and I would had lost a few teeth. One quarter revolution more, and the sabre would had impaled me...
Funny enough, I was carrying so much makeup that nobody didn't notice that wound.. not even me. Only when I got home 30 mins later and removed the makeup in the bathroom I discovered the clean, gaping cut.
Well the doctor that stitched my wounds at the hospital made big eyes and could barely hide his grin...

[mechanic]

people hurting themself in severe but not life threatning ways....is there anything funnier?

[1pLUs44]

people hurting themself in severe but not life threatning ways....is there anything funnier?

Me getting roundhouse kicked in the side of the head and K/O'd by my red-neck buddy when we were drunk? (apparently, he was a black-belt, and usually doesn't really get mad, never even seen him get mad, but he K/O'd me lol )

[uptown]

I walked home from the local tavern one night and the next morning my foot was throbbing in pain and swollen. I was on crutches for the next month or so. Somehow I torn ligaments in the top of my foot. Never have figured out how I did that. 

[WMLute]

Me, a friend, and his cousin were playing one day at my friends house and ran across his grandfathers old antique shotgun.  We must have been 10-12 yrs old ish and the cousin was a year ish younger than us.  The shotgun was real fancy looking with engravings all over it and I recall the end of the stock was inlaid with brass.  Heck, the thing was as tall as we were.  (taller than the cousin)

Of course it was decided that we just had to shoot it.  So we head off into the woods behind his house and I go first.  I was barely able to lift it up and fire it.  The recoil was immense and knocked me back a step and left me nursing a sore shoulder.

My friend went next and he had to set it in the V of a tree branch to support it so he could fire.  The recoil litterally knocked him off his feet.

Now it was the younger cousins turn and he was wanting to chicken out after watching the two of us.  My buddie had a "brilliant" idea for reducing the recoil and assuaging his fear.  He advised his cousin to put the stock about six inches in front of his shoulder so when he fired the recoil would be lessened.  (at least, that was the "plan")

The cousin put the shotgun in the V of the tree and made sure the stock was 5-6 inches from his shoulder (he almost couldn't reach the trigger the poor little guy) and fired.



(i'm sure y'all know know what happens next and saw it from a mile away, but remember, were were just dumb kids)




The shotgun rocketed back and dislocated the cousins shoulder, broke his collar bone, and a rib or two.  My friends Dad laughed all the way to the Emergency Room at what idiots were were.

[Getback]

Me, a friend, and his cousin were playing one day at my friends house and ran across his grandfathers old antique shotgun.  We must have been 10-12 yrs old ish and the cousin was a year ish younger than us.  The shotgun was real fancy looking with engravings all over it and I recall the end of the stock was inlaid with brass.  Heck, the thing was as tall as we were.  (taller than the cousin)

Of course it was decided that we just had to shoot it.  So we head off into the woods behind his house and I go first.  I was barely able to lift it up and fire it.  The recoil was immense and knocked me back a step and left me nursing a sore shoulder.

My friend went next and he had to set it in the V of a tree branch to support it so he could fire.  The recoil litterally knocked him off his feet.

Now it was the younger cousins turn and he was wanting to chicken out after watching the two of us.  My buddie had a "brilliant" idea for reducing the recoil and assuaging his fear.  He advised his cousin to put the stock about six inches in front of his shoulder so when he fired the recoil would be lessened.  (at least, that was the "plan")

The cousin put the shotgun in the V of the tree and made sure the stock was 5-6 inches from his shoulder (he almost couldn't reach the trigger the poor little guy) and fired.



(i'm sure y'all know know what happens next and saw it from a mile away, but remember, were were just dumb kids)




The shotgun rocketed back and dislocated the cousins shoulder, broke his collar bone, and a rib or two.  My friends Dad laughed all the way to the Emergency Room at what idiots were were.

  Yep saw that coming. Did the same thing but only with a 20 ga. Hurt like the dickens. I think I was 10. Oh same guy Denny.