I was out back night hunting with the bsa nv combo and when i was done I got up... the dog had been chewing on a bag of small bbq pit style lava rocks and had scattered them all over the deck.. Well it was dark, and the BSA is heavy with that scope so its a 2 hander... I picked it up out of the rest and took a step,,,, barefooted right on the rock, crap that hurt so i instinctively jumped off of it only to land on another with my other foot,, all balance was lost at that point... 2 hands clutching my beauty and falling over bass akwards.. I landed my back left side on the wooden planter square in the mid rib cage.... I fell off the planter still clutching my gun and landed on a few of the rocks and other stuff... NEVER SCRATCHED THE GUN... BUT I had the wind knocked out me so bad I couldn't breath for 10 minutes,, just before I thought I was gunna die I would get a little gasp of air... I layed there on the deck holding my gun wishing I could hollar for help so my wife could come save me, but its hard ta holler with no air...
Now I'm stoved up with 2 broken ribs and a multitude of lava scratches on me...
Thanks Paul for making me laugh again...
