Free: Contests & Raffles.
Forgetting the toilet paper sometimes ranks right up there. Had a buddy who would use his t-shirts when that happened. Ripping strips off them. You could always tell what kind of day he had when he came back to camp with a shorty T on.
Saw a "nice" trail to hike down on a ridge I'd never been before.... Well after hoping 5' down to a shelf I realized this trail was for mountain goats only.... I stood there for about an hour.... It was about three pm.... I couldn't turn around because of my 45# pack.... I couldn't lean forward to take it off without loosing footing.... All I had to hold on to was a 2' Pine tree growing out off the side to save my life.... Finally the poor little Pine gave and down we went..... I woke up around 5 pm.... Out of it and thought I couldn't move at first... Until I tried to.... Slowly one limb at a time..... My head hurt so bad as well as my chest.... Back was amazingly good.... Everything in my pack had saved me.... Water bottles blew up.... Alaskan Game Bags are awesome.... Can of Coke exploded... My extra socks, layer of clothing, and jacket I crammed in before hopping off the LEDGE..... I still had the little tree in my hand... Didn't make it back to camp til 8 pm.... My dad thought I got one or got hurt.... Radio contact didn't work.... Truth is I didn't try.... (it was broke anyways) Forgot about them.... 3 day concussion after that.... I had the rear iron sights from my ml imprinted in my chest for almost a month.... Don't know how.... It was in my hand.... I broke it's fall I guess.... Turned out I broke 2 ribs in front of my right lung from the ml.... The next year I took Dad back there from below.... We estimated the fall was between 45-50'.... I still got that little Pine tree.... That was my most serious stupids.... I now watch that trail from afar and have seen almost a dozen goats use it... I'll tell some funnier ones after some more cough up the goods.... I know now I'm not the only one!!!!
when i was about 10 me and my best friend took my bb gun and got into my big brothers 22lr bullets. fe found out the recess at the end of my barrel was the same size as the base of the 22 cases so we would put the 22 cases into the end and they would stick out about half way and we would shoot bb's to strike the primers. by the grace of god we never got hurt even after depleating a 50 round box.
Me and my old leech of a drinking buddy tried free climbing some stuff like that, nearly fell off a couple cliffs.One day, trying to find a new route up the backside of the Haystack on Mt Si I found myself holding on with nowhere to go but back, or fall till next spring.. A young mt goat (there are several roaming Mt Si.) came into view. Like a goof I started doing that funny little noise like when you're trying to coax a kitten or puppy. Holding my hand out. That damn goat came at me like I was made of honey covered blueberries. I thought for sure he was gonna knock me loose. He stopped a few feet short but followed me back to the main route up.
