Okay, here's the story. Where I live in the Houston area, it was once all forest. Developers came in, cut down a bunch of trees and built houses, brothels, shopping malls and Acorn offices (not.) So, there really isn't much wilderness unless one wanders carelessly into the inner city.
However, there are a number of small patches of woods with nice wooded trails and jungle gyms for the short people. So, after the stock market closed today, (I'm a financial planner) I took my Rottweiler out for some much needed exercise. I donned my like new MaxP Octa waist pack, a couple bottles of water, my Rat 3 and my pistol, and off we went. We went to park that has trails that run beside a creek called Cypress Creek. This was our first outing to this particular area and I was looking forward to seeing some new ground.
We started down a trail that joined the trail that runs along the creek. We walked about fifty feet beside the creek and the trail disappeared. It had been washed away by rains I guess. Undeterred and with Davey Crockett's enthusiasm, I decided I could climb down the s60-70 degree slope of what was part of the trail and climb up the other side to resume our excellent adventure. At the bottom of the washed out trail, there was a smaller gully that lead to the creek. I was about to meet this little gully up close and personal.
So, I had my dog on her leash and we began the decent. I reached the bottom okay and then, I think some more ground (sandy soil) gave way and I found my self laying on my back with my head about one foot from the waters edge. I was at about a 45 degree angle with my head lower than my ass and my ass lower than my feet. My ass had found a wonderful little depression in the gully that had been tailor made for it. Two little depressions, one for each butt cheek.
Well, with the weight of my Octa pack and the rest of my gear around my waist, and my upside down position, I was unable to get up. I had my cell phone so I thought, if worse came to worse, I could call the fire department for help. Imagine the call, "Hello, 911? Yea, I fell down and can't get up. I'm laying in a gully alongside Cypress Creek. Yea, I'm the guy with the OD cap whose butt is stuck in a hole."
Fortunately, I was able to do about a half a situp and grab on to some exposed tree roots to right myself.
Sadly, I was mud from head to toe. My nice, like new Octa Pack with its attachments are no longer virgins. They too are mud laden and will have to be hosed off.
That's all folks.
However, there are a number of small patches of woods with nice wooded trails and jungle gyms for the short people. So, after the stock market closed today, (I'm a financial planner) I took my Rottweiler out for some much needed exercise. I donned my like new MaxP Octa waist pack, a couple bottles of water, my Rat 3 and my pistol, and off we went. We went to park that has trails that run beside a creek called Cypress Creek. This was our first outing to this particular area and I was looking forward to seeing some new ground.
We started down a trail that joined the trail that runs along the creek. We walked about fifty feet beside the creek and the trail disappeared. It had been washed away by rains I guess. Undeterred and with Davey Crockett's enthusiasm, I decided I could climb down the s60-70 degree slope of what was part of the trail and climb up the other side to resume our excellent adventure. At the bottom of the washed out trail, there was a smaller gully that lead to the creek. I was about to meet this little gully up close and personal.
So, I had my dog on her leash and we began the decent. I reached the bottom okay and then, I think some more ground (sandy soil) gave way and I found my self laying on my back with my head about one foot from the waters edge. I was at about a 45 degree angle with my head lower than my ass and my ass lower than my feet. My ass had found a wonderful little depression in the gully that had been tailor made for it. Two little depressions, one for each butt cheek.
Well, with the weight of my Octa pack and the rest of my gear around my waist, and my upside down position, I was unable to get up. I had my cell phone so I thought, if worse came to worse, I could call the fire department for help. Imagine the call, "Hello, 911? Yea, I fell down and can't get up. I'm laying in a gully alongside Cypress Creek. Yea, I'm the guy with the OD cap whose butt is stuck in a hole."
Fortunately, I was able to do about a half a situp and grab on to some exposed tree roots to right myself.
Sadly, I was mud from head to toe. My nice, like new Octa Pack with its attachments are no longer virgins. They too are mud laden and will have to be hosed off.
That's all folks.
I feel safer in the wood than in houston bro.....you are a true survivalist
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