Um... when I was around 14 y/o we was fishing in a rual town and my dad was drinking, the mans house we was at had his toes remove from ganggreen so any time that we saw a posom or any aminal that doug holes we killed it because tha old man whould fall, Well my dad saw on and he shot it and laid the gun in his lap and started to pull thru the gate he some how poped the clutch and went to grab the gun and accidentally hit the tirgger and hit him in the leg, the bullet went in and turnd downward towards his knee and exited just above the knee hitting a main art. me and two other of my friends help in the back of the truck and I took his belt off and use it to slow the blood flow down and transport him to the old mans house and had him call 911 and drive to the place where the ALS unit whould meet us thay careflighted him to Tyler, I had to stay with the ALS unit that we meet up with untill they got a hold of my mom and they was so nice to me and help me thay had some extra clean clothes becuse I had blood every where on mine so from that day forward I knew what I wanted to do with my life.
HELLO CHAPMAN WELCOME TO FFN...FEEL FREE TO ADD ME AS A FRIEND IF YOU WANT TO. ONE CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY FRIENDS IN LIFE, AND BE SAFE OUT THERE. HAPPY HOLIDAYS.
Jim aka Bick
Dec 15, 2007