I was up in my stand then I heard drip, drip, drip. I looked up it was not raining. Then I heard to drip drip again. I looked down and saw one leaf moving on this very still day. Then I saw a dark drop hit the leaf. Then I saw my hand. I was bleeding! Seems my Outdoor edge knife got pulled a bit out of the seath somehow and had sliced my finger. Down I went and opened up my 1st aide kit (which early that morining I had wondered if I really need to pack it, go figure). I used all the bandages and boogies off to the Doctors. Blood was still going thru the bandages. When they asked me what I needed at reception I showed them my dripping hand and they rushed me in and put several stitches in my finger.
What did I learn from this adventure?
1. Always pack a first aide kit when you ago afield.
2. I have a high threshold for pain.