Originally posted by hayslope:
Originally posted by Mitch-In-NJ:
That said, skip the hornet nests hanging from the trees. Learn from my mistakes.
You HAVE to share THAT story on another post!!!!
It made me cringe just thinking of the outcome! [/b]
This was a long time ago and the story has been embellished with age, but here it goes.
I was about 11 years old and had just graduated from my yellow, glass, shoot from either side bow (my first ever) to a Browning 45# recurve.
I lived in Union, NJ back then (around 1975) and for those of you who know the area, there were woods still. Today, those woods are all gone.
There was a wooded lot about a mile and a half from my house that bordered my best friend's house. That's where we played Army, cowboys and indians, etc.
So I get my new bow and decide to go "hunting" with my best friend, Eric. Pulling about 30# at my draw length and carrying around some old Gamegetters my uncle gave me tipped with blunts, we set out.
Must have killed me about a dozen skunk cabbages and missed a couple squirrels when I see this hornets nest hanging about 15 feet up in a tree.
This is where I prove that adolescent boys are truly brain damaged.
In my mind, those hornets would never know that "I" shot at them.
Yup. Brain damaged.
Let me pause for a second... Eric started backing away as soon as I started to draw. Why? I don't know. Perhaps he had intuition or experience. Regardless, he was almost at his house when I loosed that arrow.
And missed.
The first time.
Arrow number two hit its mark with a satisfying "thwack!". I jumped and did my happy dance (I don't really have a happy dance, this is one of those embellishments I spoke of) and turned to see Eric hopping over his fence and into his yard.
The satisfying "thwack" was followed by a disturbing "thump" as the nest hit the ground at my feet.
My happy dance quickly turned into my panic run.
I remember little else except for the buzzing and stinging and what I was told after.
Seems Eric ran inside and got his father who saw me running off toward my house. Fast.
Faaaaaast!
He hopped in his car to chase after me but I was in my house (over a mile away) before he could catch me.
It was two weeks before the swelling went down and I could go out and play. It's been 35 years since I've shot at a hornets nest.
I still give them a wide berth when I see one in the woods. Hell, it could just fall.
Lesson learned.