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Article: Confessions of a mountain gunner: in our mind's eye we bravely fight off bears but reality is often a bit more, well ... real.
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- Guns Magazine
- Article date:
- August 1, 2004
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I was checking my cowboy hat for daylight cracks. The hat must have been up to the task, because the last I remember, the inside of the crown was nice and dark. About fifteen minutes into a snore pattern all hell broke loose.
The hat was ripped off my face and the bright noonday sunshine blinded me. My so-called buddy was yelling nonstop as he pulled me off the ground. I was in a fine state--half-awake, blinded, confused, cowboy boots tangled around each other and haphazardly vertical.
The "S-Word"
My eyelids (big orange flashes on the inside) were shut tight. My non-alert brain was somewhat registering words like "horses," "saddles" and "creek ...