Yesterday Stephen Forster was trying to make a dead fall trap for survival class. Of course I wanted to help him but wasn’t so psyched about eating what we killed just in case it was something other than what the trap was intended to kill, a rabbit. Stephen showed me how to arrange the sticks so that it would hold a big flat rock up so that when the rabbit munched on one of the peanut butter covered sticks, the rock would fall on the animal and we would call it dinner. The only problem was that the stick wouldn’t hold up the rock because the rock was too flat. I tried to make a dent in the big rock with another smaller rock but the smaller rock in my hands slipped and I slammed it down on the side of my middle finger. I thought that I had just mashed my finger and that it wouldn’t be a big deal but as I looked up I noticed that the top of my finger had been peeled off.
I walked back up the trail to the house where I showed it to Andy. He immediately got up and got out the hydrogen peroxide which I, very reluctantly, let him pour over my finger. Nobody could decide if I needed to get stitches so they decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea to just go ahead and take me to the emergency room. We drove to Pembroke where Matt Smink and I waited for 2 hours to be seen. Finally they took me back where the doctor plopped a needle right in the center of the cut to numb it. They stitched it up in about 5 minutes and out I walked with 3 stitches. Thanks Matt, Dave, and Andy for cleaning, waiting, and driving!
From the banks of the Ottawa River
- Clay
