My hatred for squirrels started about 3 years ago. Prior to that, I liked squirrel hunting, but I wasn't obsessed with it like I am now. What makes it even more fun now is that I hunt with a Marlin 17VS in .17 HMR. There's something particularly satisfying about picking up a squirrel with 1/2 to 3/4 of it's head missing. But I digress.....
In June of that year, our spring squirrel season came in. I had been looking forward to it, and it just so happened that my nephew was in from out of state, so he and I were going to go squirrel hunting on opening morning. I used to drink a little, so when we were in the cabin the night before opening morning shooting the bull and getting our stuff ready, I had 2-3 beers and then fell asleep for the night. Along about 3:00 AM, I woke up sick at my stomach. I went outside and started throwing up. As is usually the case when you're really sick, I emptied my stomach and then had dry heaves since there wasn't anything left to throw up. I finally stopped and went back inside the cabin and went back to sleep. A few hours later the alarm went off, so Alex and I got up, got dressed, and headed out to the woods. Before leaving the cabin though, I was outside dry heaving again. Once we got up in the woods, I sent Alex in one direction and I went another. After spending about half an hour puking more and dry heaving, I decided that it just wasn't much fun, so I found Alex and told him I was going back to the cabin. After puking once more at the cabin, I started to feel a little better.
A day or so later, I had decided that the squirrels had spiked my beer with something to make me sick and keep me out of the woods because they knew what I was going to do to them! LOL!!! In reality, I must have had some kind of virus that caused it all.
One morning after this though, while I was taking a shower, I noticed that I had a little area sticking out at the bottom part of my belly button. This was weird...... I hadn't noticed that before. I had a doctor's appointment in about a week for something else, so when I went in I mentioned the little protrusion to the Dr. He looked at it and suspected that it was an umbilical hernia so he sent me to a surgeon to have him look at it. Once I got into see this guy, he confirmed that it was an umbilical hernia. We started trying to figure out then how I had gotten it. He asked me if I had recently been throwing up pretty hard. "Uh, yeah I was about 2 weeks ago." "More than likely then, that's what caused it." OK, now not only had the squirrels spiked my beer with something, but they had caused me to get a hernia from the puking! VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE!!!
I scheduled the surgery and had it fixed. Since I had to be released back to work to be able to lift 30 lbs., the Dr. kept me off work for 6 weeks. After 3 weeks though, I was ready to go nuts in the house. On a follow up visit after 3 weeks, the Dr. told me that I still couldn't lift anything over 10 lbs. When I asked him about walking though, he said I could walk as much as I wanted. AAHH HA!!! Squirrel season opened in a couple of weeks, so since the rifle is less than 10 lbs and he told me I could walk as much as I wanted............. I was going to exact some revenge on the squirrels for doing this to me!!! Since I didn't have to work, I was going to go after them full bore!
I'll pick this up tomorrow and give everyone "The Rest of the Story".
Big58cal
That's just your luck, BC! I bet the sneaky squirrels did that. You have a lot of payback to get caught up with.
Posted by: Kim Andrews | August 10, 2007 at 09:57 AM