The Real Point (KJV)

The Incident at Whitaker’s Stand Tuesday, December 6, 2005, 6:00 am. Clear … 26 degrees … snow on the ground … a great morning to hunt. My doe tag filled yesterday, I decide to go back this morning to a different stand for a buck. Whitaker’s stand, as we call it, is a permanent stand built into three trees. You go up by boards nailed between two of the trees. I’ve done it many times. I secure my rifle and make the 18-foot climb to the top. I get out a Surefire light to check the stand. Satisfied, I go to return the light to my pocket, and the next thing I know I am falling. I didn’t black out; I didn’t slip. I did have a backpack, and perhaps I lost my balance. I land on my back. After some initial disorientation subsides, I try to get up. It’ll be light soon. But my left leg is useless. Later I learn my injuries consist of an impact fracture of my left femur at the ball joint, more than 8 broken ribs, and 9 transverse processes sheared off, some on either side of my spine. Some Lesson