It was always a little horror scenario for me of a way to hurt yourself. Today I did it. Not in its purest form, but still. It was not a full-fledged fence, just two lines of barbed wire- hidden in some bushes. I was running through them and it kinda stopped me in mid-air. It is scary to see the barbed wire sticking into your pants right around the zipper. My jeans ripped a little and somehow the skin on my shins got scraped quite bad. Nothing really bad happened though. My shins burn but that´s all.
It is absolutely idiotic to put such a fence into bushes. Especially when there´s a path behind them and it´s all on the same property. If this were in the USA, I could probably sue whoever did this, big time.
Well, next time I´m gonna check twice…
Sorry. Thought you meant Barb Wire. Carry on.
Well, that sure sounds like fun :eek:
Southern Germany, eh?
Probably lots of old barbed wire overgrown in the woods: hope it wasn’t rusty–tetanus shots hurt like a bugger.
Watch out for schu-mines!
That’s all well and good (well actually it’s all unwell and bad) but what I want to know is: what were you doing running through the bushes in the first place?
Ouch, OUCH, ouch!! I feel your pain. Really, I can feel it as if it happened to me (because it did).
In Idaho, I was out collecting mayflies and stoneflies with my friend Chris. I was wearing hipwaders and climbed over a barbed wire fence. At least I got halfway over when my knee gave way. Not only did I leave pieces of pants and ass on the fence, I also landed with a great big thud back into the field I was trying to leave. Chris laughed while the cows stared blankly.
He dragged me under the fence, tended to my wounds, packed my knee in ice and we drove off to the next sample site (he sampled while I sat in the car being pitiful). The thing about barbed wire is its unearthly quality to keep snagging you while you try to extradict yourself from its grasp. I still have the 4-inch scar on my hand to remind me of that lovely day.
At least I knew the fence was there. I’d hate to run into one unexpectedly.
Well I was taking a shortcut over the grass and there happened to be bushes at the end of it. No, it wasn´t rusty, it must´ve been put up there not too long ago.
The rest of my weekend was fun though.
Now y’see, this is what I’m talking about. This is why it’s so important to wear trousers in foreign countries. Oh, yes, we’ve all done it, of course. It’s very easy to do. It’s a nice day, the roadsigns are in a funny language, and the wildlife is playing hard to get. What normal person wouldn’t get the urge to take off his trousers and run through the woods screaming the theme tune from “Band of Brothers” at the top of his voice?
I hope we’ve all learned something from MattK’s sacrifice. Southern Germany is not the place for sudden explosive nudity. Not unless it’s been arranged in advance and there’s a proper police presence.
Did I say I wasn´t wearing pants or anything? LOL, I was wearing all-American heavy Lee jeans.
Good thing I wasn´t running around in the woods, because there is a huge army base nearby…