But, my season is over unless I pick up a gun and shoot left handed.
While preparing to tear down a building in the Davis mountains for Union Pacific Rail Road one of my truck drivers and I encountered a problem that was supposed to be taken care of. While we were getting all of our heavy equipment checked out and ready I decided to check on the electricity etc. When I made sure all the disconnects were done I found out that the previously mentioned problem wasn't taken care of. I learned that African killer bees are a force to be recond with. Those suckers are worse than a drug lord hit squad. As I started to get popped by those little boogers I made my exit plan. Now I may be 5'9'' and weigh about 225 but I was always known in high school and college as a very fast football player and track runner. I think I ran the 100 that day in about 4.3 seconds. While I was running I took a couple of stings to the head neck and face. Just when I thought I had them out ran I saw my 6'6'' and 340 lb truck driver hit the ground and yell like he had been pole axed. Well I guess they wanted some more of me too. As they swarmed me the driver made it to his truck. I beat them off as best I could also getting some wasp spray in my mouth. I thought I should get in the truck and knowing Cook wouldn't open the door while fighting the bees that were inside his truck, I headed to my own. On my way I went down like a fatboy on the dodgeball court. When I got up and finally made it to the truck I realized I had torn my shoulder out of socket. Inside the truck the battle of man and bees continued and I won with my one good arm.
I then decided I needed to get my shoulder popped back in. I wedged my hand between my console and my seat and leaned forward until I felt it go back in. 
Now I am not one to be defeated so I devised a plan. After pulling 41 stingers out of my body and convincing Cook my plan would work we set off to Del Rio for supplies. We made a couple of makeshift bee bonnets out of some camo shoot through netting, hard hats and and ofcourse camo duct tape. With the aid of gloves and and couple of Carhart jackets we set out with our redneck bee suites to open up a can of country whoop arse on some bees. I had bought all the insecticide that I thought might phase them. I n addition I had a secret weapon in a pump up sprayer in my truck.
Being that the temps were in the 40's and the sun down I knew the bees would be home to recieve our form of justice. We arrived and suited up in the redneck bee armour and set off. Might I say we cought those punks off gaurd!! While I pumped the juice to them Cook chopped away at the walls to expose a hive between the studs that was 16''X 8'. At 2am we called it mission accomplished with no further stings.
The next day we went back to the jobsite and cautiously completed the demo. I had just enough range of motion in my right arm to work the controls of the machinery. Job number 2 completed. Thursday found me at the Dr's office for xrays and an MRI. Now we just await the final word on the extent of the injury and who will get the honors of getting to cut on me. I hope you all enjoyed the story and had a few laughs at my expense. When it was all over I did too.
Life is good.
While preparing to tear down a building in the Davis mountains for Union Pacific Rail Road one of my truck drivers and I encountered a problem that was supposed to be taken care of. While we were getting all of our heavy equipment checked out and ready I decided to check on the electricity etc. When I made sure all the disconnects were done I found out that the previously mentioned problem wasn't taken care of. I learned that African killer bees are a force to be recond with. Those suckers are worse than a drug lord hit squad. As I started to get popped by those little boogers I made my exit plan. Now I may be 5'9'' and weigh about 225 but I was always known in high school and college as a very fast football player and track runner. I think I ran the 100 that day in about 4.3 seconds. While I was running I took a couple of stings to the head neck and face. Just when I thought I had them out ran I saw my 6'6'' and 340 lb truck driver hit the ground and yell like he had been pole axed. Well I guess they wanted some more of me too. As they swarmed me the driver made it to his truck. I beat them off as best I could also getting some wasp spray in my mouth. I thought I should get in the truck and knowing Cook wouldn't open the door while fighting the bees that were inside his truck, I headed to my own. On my way I went down like a fatboy on the dodgeball court. When I got up and finally made it to the truck I realized I had torn my shoulder out of socket. Inside the truck the battle of man and bees continued and I won with my one good arm.
I then decided I needed to get my shoulder popped back in. I wedged my hand between my console and my seat and leaned forward until I felt it go back in. Now I am not one to be defeated so I devised a plan. After pulling 41 stingers out of my body and convincing Cook my plan would work we set off to Del Rio for supplies. We made a couple of makeshift bee bonnets out of some camo shoot through netting, hard hats and and ofcourse camo duct tape. With the aid of gloves and and couple of Carhart jackets we set out with our redneck bee suites to open up a can of country whoop arse on some bees. I had bought all the insecticide that I thought might phase them. I n addition I had a secret weapon in a pump up sprayer in my truck.
Being that the temps were in the 40's and the sun down I knew the bees would be home to recieve our form of justice. We arrived and suited up in the redneck bee armour and set off. Might I say we cought those punks off gaurd!! While I pumped the juice to them Cook chopped away at the walls to expose a hive between the studs that was 16''X 8'. At 2am we called it mission accomplished with no further stings. The next day we went back to the jobsite and cautiously completed the demo. I had just enough range of motion in my right arm to work the controls of the machinery. Job number 2 completed. Thursday found me at the Dr's office for xrays and an MRI. Now we just await the final word on the extent of the injury and who will get the honors of getting to cut on me. I hope you all enjoyed the story and had a few laughs at my expense. When it was all over I did too.
Life is good.
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