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| Pew-Pew, ow friggin, ow ow ow ow ow. |
One weekend my sister, her boyfriend, my brother and I went on a bike
ride and camping trip on along trail between the canyon behind his
house and the next one over. We started out riding and going just
fine after two hours we stooped at a likely place and set up camp. We
had our camp set up and the fire going and we broke out the firearms
to pass some time. One of the ones we were using was a little two
shot Derringer pistol that was at one time part of a belt buckle
arrangement for a man who needed a tiny gun right by his genitals at
all times. I think most of us could more of less use something like
that every day but this was a man who went from the dreaming of it to
the doing of it. The belt buckle was left home but the tiny armament
was brought along loose with a couple dozen shells to plink a thing
of two in the wild open spaces of the great outdoors. All of us but
my sister's boyfriend had a turn at the gun and had no problems but
that was because it was our gun and it knew who its masters were.
When the usurper took his turn he was not so lucky, not so lucky at
all. He bent the gun in half to remove the spent shells and then
reloaded it and took aim at a can we had set up about 25 feet away.
He shot the first shot and then cocked the second hammer. There was a
much louder bang than usual and there was more smoke then was
typlical. When we were able to see what had happened the gun was
broken open and there was a piece of meat missing out of Mr.
Boyfriend's thumb and there was a pretty good sized piece of brass
from the shell casing in its place. As is the case with lots of deep
wounds it didn't start bleeding for a second while his blood
organized its efforts to really gush out all over the place. And it
gushed and gushed. I tried to wrap it for him be the chunk of metal
in his thumb made it hard to compress the wound without making it
worse. We decided to fish out the brass before we proceeded and
luckily the concussion of the backfire had numbed his thumb so I was
able to pull out the piece without too much discomfort to him. Well,
too much more then he was already in. After the wound was de-metaled
and wrapped tight he was still thinking that it was hurting worse
then he was willing to cope with and we packed up camp to get him to
some proper medical care. The riding made his heart rate go up and
his hand was below his heart so it made it hurt worse so we had to
stop and walk with his hand up high to keep the pressure down. It
took a little over four hours to get back out walking with our bikes
and it was dark by the time we got back to the truck. We headed home
and dropped him off at his house and I never heard about the thumb
injury again. When we got home it was about midnight and all the
doors were locked so we slept on the trampoline because no one would
answer the door. All in all it was not the worst camping trip I had
ever been on.
