Wanna Be -

Glad you got a chuckle outta that one. Seems like I get myself into these sorts of misadventures far too often. The only thing I can figure out to do is poke fun at myself after the fact.

Jack

1973 (probably before a lot of you were born) on a backwater slough on the Missouri River in SE Nebraska. Just chopped through 6" of ice and look to see my 330 (supposedly sprung) in the beaver run. Laid down on the ice and reached in to grab the (supposedly ) sprung trap and somehow it had reset itself (assume with a beaver's help) and grabbed me on the forearm. With a gauntlet on it did not sting much but with the chain frozen in the ice, maybe 3-4" of movement, 1/2 mile from a road and no way of getting that trap out of the water, I'm thinking the turtles and catfish will have a good meal in couple of months. Then my "beaver trapper" brain kicks in and I say THE AXE, THE AXE will set you 'free'. Only problem it is 7 ' away on the ice and I am 2' short of reach. Then the "beaver brain" again kicks in and says 'use your feet stupid',,,,,,,,,,,,,,, which after much twisting and rolling (10 minutes by timex) I was able to get the axe in range, escape and write this. Naked hand 120 size BG's hurt more physically,,,,,,,,,,,,, but mentally,,,,,,,,this was an equal...................... the mike