Ok, I'm going to have to rat out my first wife, who wouldn't pick up a knife but would take a shot on game. She did well, too, something that surprised her father. So we're on a hunting trip up in the piney woods, arrived late, tossed enough junk out of the truck into the drizzling rain to sleep and konked out. 3am she's poking me in the ribs, "I gotta pee." So I'm holding the camper window up as a rain guard while she climbed out onto the bumper. Off in the distance a hoot owl hoots. "What's that?" Sez I, "Probably a bear." (I thought she was joking since she was raised on a farm). "There's no bears up here!" (I realize she's serious) "Well, yeah, there are bears but I don't think they'll bother us." About this time the hunting gods smiled down on me and a huge branch crrrrrack! breaks way up in the tree and comes crashing down 6' from the truck. Thinking a bear is going to bite her bare butt, her legs go straight out and she literally jerks herself into the back of the truck, banging both knees on the tailgate and almost whacking her head on the back of the cab! I laughed so hard I almost wet myself. Just use a little imagination, you'll get it.
Cheers,
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