Yep. I’m a 74% water filled bag of Dumbass.
Those who have seen me recently are aware of my escapades with rusted steel - but many of you - particularly those at great distances have not yet been exposed to my phenominal (or Phecomical) ability to do dumb things at inopportune times.
This little number was 3 hours before family arrived for a visit. At the proverbial ’start’ of fly-fishing’s summer season. A rusty steel pole with a rupture (blister?) of jagged steel which formed a near perfect ‘Peeler’ type blade… right below the hand that was jabbing it into the (slightly harder than expected) ground.
1. I knew about the rusty bit.
2. I knew the ground was too hard to do this.
3. I took off the leather glove, for a better grip.
Stop laughing. Not funny. Or at least wait until you’ve closed this window in your browser.
Great. No yard work done. No fishing till healed. Grrrr.
The inner workings of the human body should most certainly NOT be on display, but I say to you… If I gross you out - it’s my only joy from this event in my life. Please don’t take that away from me.
‘Nuff said!
Cute looking little boy on your header!