The story of my first kidney stone.
8 years ago I had an accident and broke my leg.
Was on crutches for several months.
Along comes deer hunting season so I hobble out to my ground blind.
Mid day I started getting pretty bad pain in my lower back and was sick. Threw up out the window.
But I didnt want to leave and knew Mike my hunting pal would be disappointed too.
So I toughed it out.
Along comes a good buck. I got on him with my rifle. My face was dripping sweat and I was really dizzy but I forced my self to concentrate, took the shot and knocked the buck down in his tracks.
I was too sick and in pain to field dress him so Mike had to do it for me.
On the way home in the pickup I layed across the seat with my head in his lap.
Odd but I didnt care.
Got home and my wife took one look at me and said you're going to the ER.
It didn't take them long to discover it was a kidney stone and they had to do surgery.
I have had them a couple times since and take a med to prevent them now.
The moral of this story isn't about kidney stones. It's about deer hunting and how neither a broken leg and crutches nor big pain and sickness are enough to prevent a dedicated hunter from bagging his deer