re: craziest outdoor/hunting story

Your story rminds me of some idiot friends I had when I lived in Texas a long time ago. They had roosted some wood ducks one evening and called me bragging about how many they shot "by moonlight". Invited me to go the next evening. Being somewhat smarter than they, I refused. They called me the next evening and had killed another mess in the same place and wanted me to go back the NEXT day. I told them they were fools if they thought the wardens wouldn't be there but they went anyway. You should know the rest of the story. I never could figure out how they could be that stupid. Of course two of them were Texans and one was a Yankee, so.......

I was going meet some friends camping, well my thats with me decides he thought it would be cool if he jumped in the back of the truck with his shirt off waving it in the air while pulling into the camp site. On the wayto the site, I passed upthe road. I hit a quick U, and floor it back to the road. When I get to the road, I cut the wheel hard and ny buddy flys out of the back the truck. At first I didn't notice he was gone. Then I see his body lifeless on the gravel. I thought he was dead. I stop the truck and run to him. He was breathing fricked up so I turned him on his side, then he came to. I look up and in the distance the park ranger is coming. Done drank 12 beers and was thinking I was going to jail. He asked us a few questions and then left. Went to the camp site, got a sober driver, drove 32 miles to the nearest hospital. Shattered his collar bone. Doc gave him some pain pills and he wanted to go back camping. So we did. Got drunk all weekend after.