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Split_G3
this is a little hunting story about my dad, which is probably the funniest thing i have ever seen. i usually think of this story when i am feeling down and out, and right now i am having a hard time. anyways here is the story: <ul type="square"> it was dec. 8th 2002, the 5th day of shotgun season, and it was about 10:00am. i had been setting for about 4 1/2 hours when i picked up my 2 way radio and said "dad i am going to start walking towards you, let's go get some lunch" he said "alright sounds good, come on ever". i eased my way towards my dad which was about a 350 yard walk around the field and then around the knull of the hill to "dad's ol' rock". [/list] <ul type="square"> i made it around the field and just started around the knull when i spotted dad on his rock. funny hing was he was sitting on the rock and squirming around and looking behind him. i said to myself "wonder what's wrong with him". as i kept walking towards him he spotted me and quit squirming and looking behind him. so i walked over to him and said "you seen anything" he said "no", so i said "let's go get some lunch then". [/list] <ul type="square"> he then said well you go without me, i think there will be some deer through here shortly, i thought this was strange because he was shivering like crazy, although it was only about 12 degrees that morning, but i had noticed that there was ice, not frost, but ice on the rock he was sitting on. [/list] <ul type="square"> then he said "man, i have had to pee for about the last half hour" i said well why didn't you just go right here" he said AH i just don't want my pee odor stinking this area up" immedietly i knew something was wrong because my dad was the type of hunter who never cared about odor control, being decked out in camo, and being extremely quiet. i knew he had done something stupid but i just didn't know what. then it hit me what he had done. [/list] <ul type="square"> my dad and i always carried a plastic bottle of water with us so we would have something to drink while hunting. then i looked at the ice on the rock and took into consideration that there was no water that ran over this rock and we hadn't had any snow that would have still been on the rock that would've thawed and re-froze, so i put 2 and 2 together and figured out what he had done. [/list] <ul type="square"> he had put his water bottle ito his pocket on his hunting vest which goes straight into the game bag on the back of his vest. when he sat on the rock the game bag slid under his butt and he sat on the bottle which made it bust all over the rock, freezing his a$$ to the rock. [/list] <ul type="square"> after i had all of this figured out and also figured out he didn't want me to know what he had done i really pressured him to come to lunch with me. finally he said, and i'll never forget it "ALRIGHT FINE THEN IF YOU MUST KNOW, I SAT ON MY F#@%ING WATER BOTTLE, I DIDN'T REALIZE IT UNTIL YOU CALLED AND I TRIED TO GET OFF THIS STUPID ROCK AND FOUND OUT MY A$$ WAS FROZE RIGHT HERE, IF I HAD LESS CLOTHES ON I COULD HAVE FELT THE WATER BEFORE IT FROZE BUT NOOOOOOO, NOW I'M FROZEN TO THIS STUPID ROCK. I TRIED TO WIGGLE OFF OF HERE BUT I AM STUCK ON HERE PRETTY GOOD, NOW HELP ME OUT." [/list] <ul type="square"> so i took my hunting knife a chopped the outer edges off and he wiggled enough to free himself, but not before the game bag went RIIIIIIIIIP. there it was still froze to the rock. when my dad turned around his face was priceless. then he said %@#$ it i'm hungry. [/list] <ul type="square"> i know this might not be funny to some but if ya'll could've just seen my dad that day when he thought i couldn't see him, when he didn't realize that i had already figured out what had happened and did his best to act like nothing was wrong was hilarious. [/list]
- i had to tell this story because i felt like i had too. thinking about this story has helped me a lot in the past few months but this ain't getting any easier. my logs just came in for my house and everytime i go to the property to do some work and get the homesite ready so i can start building, all i can think about is how much i wish my dad was still here to see this and the amount of work i have gotten done in a short period of time. my dad and i had this plan to do everything ourselves, and now i have logs and have to do everything by myself. i know he can see my place and all the work i have done so far by myself but he can't see it in the sense that i want him to see it and it sucks. that's why i told this story, and today the game bag is glued to this rock with a message that says "god bess you dad you will never be forgotten". if you thought the story was humorous feel free to let it help you anytime because in my opinion dad knows all of you because of all the photos and stories i told him before he passed. sorry if it was boring. response is much appreciated!
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