Tripping or Falling

This one is a Doozie. 2 years walking in reed canary grass along a creek on a WPA in south central SD. Step into a hole if which my entire size 9 boot goes in and I fall backwards and hear a SNAP. Incredible pain. Laying in the grass I realize my foot/calf muscle no longer function. I diagnose myself with a ruptured Achilles. 1/4 mile walk to truck over a fence, load the dog and drive 50 miles to hospital. ER dr thinks i have a ruptures Achilles, but can't get a MRI for 2 days. Dr wraps it and gives me crutches. Head back to air bnb that evening. Leave for sioux falls and seen by a orthopedic leg/foot specialist. Confirms my diagnoses. This where it gets better, dr informs me he can work me into surgery the following day. HOWEVER my HMO insurance denies me surgery since I'm out of network and the injury is not life threatening. I appeal, they still deny the surgery. Imagine that in October 2022. Drive home the next day by myself with 3 dogs in a orthopedic boot. A week later I final get surgery to tie Achilles together. I was 5" apart. 3 months in a cast, no walking, missed the entire upland season. The mental duress of not hunting the rest of the year was far worse than the pain/rehabilitation.
Ouch!
 
Our terraces are filthy with holes, a hazard to walk them...a hazard to just cross them. I would like to walk the tops, but no way. I assume all the digging was badgers after mice and ground squirrels (13-lined ground squirrels is what we have here).

Bob's fishing experience is exactly why I don't need to do that activity.

Double OUCH on Ranger's "trip".
 
I forgot about this thread. I had my worst badger hole fall yet last Sunday. I was watching and following Honey stalk down a hill, and next thing you know, left leg goes into a big badger hole. Fell forward onto the ground, and thankfully the back/bottom of my boot was able to scrape up the back side of the hole. I still have bruising on my shin.

The happy ending is that about 2 or 3 minutes later, I got a staggered triple. I figure the fall must have invoked some sort of unknown offering to the pheasant gods.
 
I forgot about this thread. I had my worst badger hole fall yet last Sunday. I was watching and following Honey stalk down a hill, and next thing you know, left leg goes into a big badger hole. Fell forward onto the ground, and thankfully the back/bottom of my boot was able to scrape up the back side of the hole. I still have bruising on my shin.

The happy ending is that about 2 or 3 minutes later, I got a staggered triple. I figure the fall must have invoked some sort of unknown offering to the pheasant gods.
My fear is as I'm laying on the ground, the staggered triple opportunity will present itself. (I know I have had multiple shooting opportunities when either crawling under our over a fence with no gun in my hand.)
You must live a "cleaner" life than me! Nice reward... Congrats!
 
My fear is as I'm laying on the ground, the staggered triple opportunity will present itself. (I know I have had multiple shooting opportunities when either crawling under our over a fence with no gun in my hand.)
You must live a "cleaner" life than me! Nice reward... Congrats!
The birds seem to know when we aren't prepared!

Yeah, must be my pure existence! ;)

3 days prior, at the same place, Honey had a close point on, what turned out to be, a rooster, in wetland grasses. He bolted away and I clocked him 3 times. I was watching him go up and then started careening down to the left way up there. I took a step, and fell flat on my face in a fresh dusting of snow. The last thing I saw was Honey running in that direction. I tried to scramble up to see if he went down, but couldn't see anything. I brushed myself off and was starting to walk in the general direction, when she trotted back with him, dead. So, thankfully, the fall that time took place *after* the shot, and also thankfully she was on top of the situation.
 
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