midwesterncrosshair
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I thought it would be cool to hear some other peoples stories on this subject.
So I'll start off with two and hand the mic off.
It was 2015 when my father was on a rifle hunt for elk near Craig Colorado. He was hunting with his brother riding a 4 wheeler on a trail and he said he was only going walking speed. With 2 people on it it didn't take much to flip it as he crept over a tree root. My uncle did the duck and roll and my dad not knowing his brother side rolled out of harms way tried to prevent the 4 wheeler from crushing his brother. The handlebars came down on his pelvis hard and after getting the machine off of him he couldn't walk. He was flown to the nearest hospital because of the fear of internal beading. X-rays showed his pelvic bone was broke in 3 places and his urethra was severed, meaning he was urinating inside his body and infecting his body and when he could pee it was only blood. They re-connected his urethra using a catheter so he would no longer infect his body. Though still needing surgery to put it back together fully he was flown back home to NE Wisconsin and was on bed rest for awhile. He became depressed and while fighting infection and being stuck in bed. When Wisconsin's rifle season came he was healed of infection and could barley walk yet but was determined to get out of the house and hunt deer. Having my mother set a table in the back yard with a chair and his gun rest the old bugger got a nice buck opening day and that was the turning point of being rid of the depression and making a faster than expected recovery. His urethra healed without surgery. Sis and Mom helped drag and clean the buck and since then has gone back out west to hunt but no more 4 wheelers.
For me it was a little over a year ago when I when to South Dakota for a pheasant hunt with some college buddies. The day I left Grandma had a stroke and wasn't expected to make it through the next few days. So on the drive out there I was mentally preparing myself that my grandma could pass away at any minute of any day. Morning of day 4 came and I didn't take a shot at a bird yet in the trip, but right as we were about to start a run my mother called. I was sure I knew why she was calling as I had mentally prepared myself for the phone call. But the call took my breath away as I was being told my uncle passed away of a heart attack only hours ago at the age of 50. That morning I wept but later that day on the last run of my trip I got my limit and personally I cant explain why I felt a sort of healing from getting my birds that day.
I kinda feel like the big man upstairs knew what I was going through and gave a little gift.
So I'll start off with two and hand the mic off.
It was 2015 when my father was on a rifle hunt for elk near Craig Colorado. He was hunting with his brother riding a 4 wheeler on a trail and he said he was only going walking speed. With 2 people on it it didn't take much to flip it as he crept over a tree root. My uncle did the duck and roll and my dad not knowing his brother side rolled out of harms way tried to prevent the 4 wheeler from crushing his brother. The handlebars came down on his pelvis hard and after getting the machine off of him he couldn't walk. He was flown to the nearest hospital because of the fear of internal beading. X-rays showed his pelvic bone was broke in 3 places and his urethra was severed, meaning he was urinating inside his body and infecting his body and when he could pee it was only blood. They re-connected his urethra using a catheter so he would no longer infect his body. Though still needing surgery to put it back together fully he was flown back home to NE Wisconsin and was on bed rest for awhile. He became depressed and while fighting infection and being stuck in bed. When Wisconsin's rifle season came he was healed of infection and could barley walk yet but was determined to get out of the house and hunt deer. Having my mother set a table in the back yard with a chair and his gun rest the old bugger got a nice buck opening day and that was the turning point of being rid of the depression and making a faster than expected recovery. His urethra healed without surgery. Sis and Mom helped drag and clean the buck and since then has gone back out west to hunt but no more 4 wheelers.
For me it was a little over a year ago when I when to South Dakota for a pheasant hunt with some college buddies. The day I left Grandma had a stroke and wasn't expected to make it through the next few days. So on the drive out there I was mentally preparing myself that my grandma could pass away at any minute of any day. Morning of day 4 came and I didn't take a shot at a bird yet in the trip, but right as we were about to start a run my mother called. I was sure I knew why she was calling as I had mentally prepared myself for the phone call. But the call took my breath away as I was being told my uncle passed away of a heart attack only hours ago at the age of 50. That morning I wept but later that day on the last run of my trip I got my limit and personally I cant explain why I felt a sort of healing from getting my birds that day.
I kinda feel like the big man upstairs knew what I was going through and gave a little gift.