It’s A Wonder I am Still Alive
I was thinking back of the life’s experiences during my last hunting trip to Idaho (Honey Posted – Serenity & The Awakening) and just wondered in some cases, how I survived my childhood adventures!!!
I guess I would be considered a risk taker during my childhood or maybe accident prone. If challenged on a dare I would accommodate to prove that no one messes with me or questions my intestinal fortitude! This was in my early teens when the outdoors was my kingdom, an explorer, hunter and fisherman! I grew up on the Hudson River in Upstate NY in a small village where you could walk through town with a 22 rifle!!! My home was on a stream that fed into the Hudson River 100 ft. away! We were from a poor family and I had the chores to run the traps after school in the dark for pelts to help with family income. This was at the tender age of 11!
I guess I grew up very quickly and always very responsible (sort of)! There were a few adventures I did that it’s a wonder I am still alive.
I remember in the winter with a friend playing Huckleberry Finn with a huge chunk of ice in the stream feeding into the Hudson River. We chipped off that chunk with a huge chipping iron and jumped on! So cool floating down the stream. Never anticipating what would happen next. As we approached the Hudson River that was still frozen solid, I figured it would just hit the ice and stop! Not a chance, it hit the solid ice and started very quickly sliding underneath! Holy Crap! My friend jumped off onto the ice before me; unfortunately he weighed twice as much as me. Every step he took it cracked and he made it to shore. I did the same but due his cr