BLASTMASTER
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I think our bad luck spilled out into the entire hunting area 13e. I just got back to the computer now, but we were out at FHL on the weekend of the 29th. We had small incidents of bad luck the entire weekend. Starting with the call on Friday afternoon from the check in station that area 29, where we were registered, was now closed. Then the generator quit, but we discovered that it would feed gas from the main tank only, so we had to go buy a gas can to transfer from the aux tank. Once we figuired out that the pump had to be primed and it finally started, the microwave quit working. Ever drive to a hunting area, and then discover you left the key to the gun case back at camp?
There were so many little things going wrong, but the worst was when my BIL tried to cut his finger off with a knife, 2 miles back in 13e. Saturday morning my BIL cut his finger with a knife and lost a lot of blood. We were back at the pond, so we called to see if they would send security out for a ride. We stopped the bleeding, but were worried he might have trouble with the long hike out. Well, instead of sending security, they sent a firetruck. They weren't familiar with the area, so they drove the roads with sirens and lights until we could direct them in by the sound. I bet the rest of the hunters in the area were pretty P/O'd over that. Anyway, they took him off to the hospital in an ambulance, much to his embarassment. By the time Mrs. Blastmaster and I hiked back to the truck and drove to King city, he was all patched up. He even got to go back out with us on the next day's evening hunt.
Oh well, better luck next time...
There were so many little things going wrong, but the worst was when my BIL tried to cut his finger off with a knife, 2 miles back in 13e. Saturday morning my BIL cut his finger with a knife and lost a lot of blood. We were back at the pond, so we called to see if they would send security out for a ride. We stopped the bleeding, but were worried he might have trouble with the long hike out. Well, instead of sending security, they sent a firetruck. They weren't familiar with the area, so they drove the roads with sirens and lights until we could direct them in by the sound. I bet the rest of the hunters in the area were pretty P/O'd over that. Anyway, they took him off to the hospital in an ambulance, much to his embarassment. By the time Mrs. Blastmaster and I hiked back to the truck and drove to King city, he was all patched up. He even got to go back out with us on the next day's evening hunt.
Oh well, better luck next time...
