The Weekend Disaster...

_{( Just the latest of many.)}

Let me set the scene. (Pic 1 & 2 below) It is early morning with the sun just breaking through the tree line to the east. The first few cooler mornings (57°F/14°C as I type this) of the fall season are here in N. FLA. (usa) The tractor is running with the weed trimmers in the front bucket. Soon to be parked under a shade tree on the south end of the property. In that tractors front hydraulic bucket is one gas powered Poulan model trimmer and a second DeWalt battery powered unit. (Pic 3)

The plan was to trim along the outside of the fence line. A wire fence with wooden posts and board combination. (Pic 4) It is the hardest area to trim of the 11.56 acres we call the Pookyville Cat Ranch.

"Weed Whacking", is what some call it. Otherwise known as "Line" or "String" trimming. Where a spinning wheel with a heavy gauge plastic string attached cuts the foliage.

The reason for the difficulty is trimming up against the wires takes a steady hand so as not to destroy the plastic string.

I was only minutes into the trimming where I encountered some vines and small oak tree sprouts that require higher speeds. I usually run the gas trimmer at around half speed. But on a full rev I felt a sharp pain in my left shin. When trimming I always wear long pants or sweat pants when trimming for protection from flying debris. So I have been hit hard many times in the legs.

Thinking nothing of it except for: "fucken ouch, that was a hard hit..."

I continued on with the task at hand. Within a minute or so I felt a wetness on my ankle just below the spot that took the hit. I knew right away what it was. And upon my further inspection this was verified by pulling up the cuff of my pants leg to reveal a blood soaked sock and a gushing puncture wound just to the left of my shin bone. I then realized it was a very deep puncture as whatever had made the wound had hit the bone. (Pic 5)

A bit of a panic set in as this was a shit ton of blood and it was still gushing more out. I have always been a bit of a tough guy when it comes to taking hits. But I realize as I am getting older now. I am just not that tough anymore.

I made a fast tractor ride to the house. I am not a doctor. But the first aid I administered to meeself was top notch. I applied peroxide, antibiotic ointment and a dressing to the wound. Took some advil and went out and "Weed Wacked" for nearly 3 more hours.

Maybe that was a bit much. But there is that tough guy flaw again. I still have to do the inside of the fence on the south half of the ranch. That will be Saturday morning where I will snap a few photos at the scene of...

This Weekends Disaster...

Stay tuned for the Next.

Photo 1 & 2
Daybreak @ The Pookyville Cat Ranch

Photo # 3 A Bucket Fulla Wackers

Photo # 4 The Fence

Photo # 5 The Wound

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Keep on KrazzyTrukkin.!!