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Post by Ceorlmann on Mar 11, 2013 19:56:42 GMT -7
Woodyz: we have a similar pact within our family. If any of us got injured such that we were beyond repair, then it is agreed that that person gets the plug pulled. It's even in my medical POA and last living will. My fiancee doesn't like it at all, but even she's agreed to it (that's one reason why I ultimately decided she would be a good choice as my life partner).
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Post by woodyz on Mar 11, 2013 20:14:28 GMT -7
I used to think I was afraid of snakes until a friend of mine introduced me to rattlesnake hunting. Central TX after deer season every year for eight years we were out catching snakes for the March RS Roundup. 11/2 a pound, average of 2 pounds each. But it wasn't the money it was the rush. The first time a live mad rattlesnake crawled out at me I was hooked.  He had access to 3000 acres of ridge lines. The first couple of years we averaged a 1000 or so snakes a year, hunting the west ridge lines. He had hunted those ridges most of his life and there were always snakes there. Then one night we were varmint hunting, raccoons, fox and bobcats and we were below a south facing ridge and there were snakes in the field. The next weekend we started hitting the south facing ridges and it was a bonanza of untapped snake dens. That year we came out with more than 3000 snakes, 11 over six feet. One den we found was at the top of a 30 degree slope and was about a 30 yard gash in the rock. No place to hang a sack except 20 yards down the slope. When the snakes started coming out they came out the entire 30 yards at one time. He was hooking them (we used an "S" hook on a golf club handle) and throwing them down the hill to me, I was fighting the slope and the snakes on the ground trying to keep up with him getting them into the sacks..............it was a rush that lasted for days. We got over 100 snakes out of that den, then went back the next week end and got 30 more that had got away. Now you have to present these snakes alive, so we kept them in wooden boxes stacked inside his bird house. That year we had to build more boxes. It was crazy. They had pushed ceder trees off of the ridges into the little valleys years ago, so you had all these dead ceder trees we would walk across because it was 100 yards to go around. Some times one would break and you would fall a little until another one caught you. I had this dream maybe 10 times that I was walking across this ceder pile and fell through and got stuck and the whole ground under me was crawling with snakes. I would wake up in a cold sweat. The next to the last year I was there the Japanese were buying the meat and the skins and we got $8 a pound. Just crazy. What a rush. Kind of like sitting against a tree under the overhanging branches in a Gillie suit while 10 VC walk past close enough you can smell them. I have that dream all the time now, except in my dream one of them trips on my foot and they all turn and look and when they see me I wake up in a cold sweat, and its not such a rush any more. |
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Post by ColcordMama on Mar 11, 2013 20:21:48 GMT -7
I used to think I was afraid of snakes until a friend of mine introduced me to rattlesnake hunting. Central Tx after deer season every year for eight years we were out catching snakes for the March RS Roundup. 11/2 a pound, average of 2 pounds each. But it wasn't the money it was the rush. The first time a live mad rattlesnake crawled out at me I was hooked. He had access to 3000 acres of ridge lines. The first couple of years we averaged a 1000 or so snakes a year, hunting the west ridge lines. He had hunted those ridges most of his life and there were always snakes there. Then one night we were varmit hunting, racoons, fox and bobcats and we were below a south facing ridge and there were snakes in the field. The next weekend we started hitting the south facing ridges and it was a bonaza of untapped snake dens. That year we came out with more than 3000 snakes, 11 over six feet. One den we found was at the top of a 30 degree slope and was about a 30 yard gash in the rock. No place to hang a sack except 20 yards down the slope. When the snakes started coming out they came out the entire 30 yards at one time. He was hooking them (we used an "S" hook on a golf club handle) and throwing them down the hill to me, I was fighting the slope and the snakes on the ground trying to keep up with him getting them into the sacks..............it was a rush that lasted for days. We got over 100 snakes out of that den, then went back the next week end and got 30 more that had got away. Now you have to present these snakes alive, so we kept them in wooden boxes stacked inside his bird house. That year we had to build more boxes. It was crazy. They had pushed ceder trees off of the ridges into the little valleys years ago, so you had all these dead ceder trees we would walk across because it was 100 yards to go around. Some times one would break and you would fall a little until another one caught you. I had this dream maybe 10 times that I was walking across this ceder pile and fell through and got stuck and the whole ground under me was crawling with snakes. I would wake up in a cold sweat. The next to the last year I was there the Japanese were buying the meat and the skins and we got $8 a pound. Just crazy. What a rush. That which has been read can never be unread. I now have a brand new nightmare.... rattlesnake hunting with you and your buddy. Well now. Lemme see, I ought to go find a good afghan pattern and yarn and start crocheting, cause there's NO WAY IN H E DOUBLE TOOTHPICK I'm going to sleep a wink tonight now. Thanks, sweetie.  |
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Post by woodyz on Mar 11, 2013 20:32:47 GMT -7
Ah! Ma! Tell you what, I just made it up, so now you go on to sleep and don't pay one bit of attention to that cracking ceder tree ;D
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Post by huntinguy on Mar 11, 2013 20:49:17 GMT -7
Not being able to care for and protect those given to me to care for and protect.
Not wild about heights, just means I don't do heights for grins and giggles.
Really don't care for crowds either, don't trust the masses, and I feel like a germophobe. My wife will tell you that walking through a shopping mall puts my head on a swivel.
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Post by angelhelp on Mar 12, 2013 10:11:02 GMT -7
Not enjoying a circumstance isn't quite the same as fearing it.
Pain? Loss of control/self-determination? I know what it's like to watch someone I love writhe in pain when all I can do is pray. It sure clarifies one's faith to be so powerfully helpless!
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Post by insaneh on Mar 12, 2013 10:13:00 GMT -7
Not enjoying a circumstance isn't quite the same as fearing it. Pain? Loss of control/self-determination? I know what it's like to watch someone I love writhe in pain when all I can do is pray. It sure clarifies one's faith to be so powerfully helpless! Yup. Been there. Done it. It's the only thing I've never been able to shake off. |
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Post by geauxfish on Mar 12, 2013 11:42:37 GMT -7
I've been keeping up with this thread and thinking about it. I think my biggest fear is not being able to keep and protect my wife and child. I fear for both when I'm not around. If something were to happen when I was traveling or even if I'm there and don't have the means (skill, abilities, or resources) to help them, it would be extremely tough for me.
For my personal fears, it would be getting stuck in a confined space or collapsed building or coffin-like place. I frequently work in confined spaces as part of my job, but I dread being stuck in a space and left alone in the quiet with no way to get out.
Other times, I work at high elevations and don't really have any issues with that. But, I am usually tied off or something.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2013 11:50:44 GMT -7
Not enjoying a circumstance isn't quite the same as fearing it. Pain? Loss of control/self-determination? I know what it's like to watch someone I love writhe in pain when all I can do is pray. It sure clarifies one's faith to be so powerfully helpless! I understand that fear completely. Watching Amber go through surgery on her spine then recovery, bone marrow biopsies awake because they could not put her out, implanting of portacaths and pic lines, then 11 months of double chemotherapy and 25 doses of direct beam radiation, not able to eat due to the inside of her mouth being one giant blister, no appetite, getting sick, infections, loosing all her hair, radiation burns on her back and stomach, loosing weight, swelling up, having allergic reactions to the only medications they could use on her, knowing there is a 95% chance I will loose my daughter when she was 14 & 15 years old. Watching you child go from high spirited, energetic and full of life to a shriveled up, pale, lifeless being you would not recognize as the same person...well, that not only rips your heart & brain to shreds, but it also puts you humanity into perspective and shows you the meaning of fearing the loss of a loved one, fearing the next round of medication because you know what is going to happen, fearing having to tell her she has to do the treatments even when she begged me to make them stop and let her die. That is a fear set I pray I never have to experience again.  I would not wish that fear and feeling on anyone...not even my worst enemy. |
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Post by missasip on Mar 12, 2013 13:35:07 GMT -7
Women.
Heights.
Electricity.
Jimmy
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Post by thywar on Mar 12, 2013 14:01:35 GMT -7
Women. Heights. Electricity. Jimmy Hmmm that would be a tall woman who makes your toes curl? Just wondering.... |
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Post by cajunlady87 on Mar 13, 2013 7:10:55 GMT -7
Women. Heights. Electricity. Jimmy Hmm, Jimmy I'm confused by your admission of fear of women. Looks like you're enjoying their company in your avatar. ;D |
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Post by missasip on Mar 13, 2013 13:24:55 GMT -7
Women. Heights. Electricity. Jimmy Hmmm that would be a tall woman who makes your toes curl? Just wondering.... Dang, how'd you know?   Jimmy |
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Post by missasip on Mar 13, 2013 13:26:22 GMT -7
Women. Heights. Electricity. Jimmy Hmm, Jimmy I'm confused by your admission of fear of women. Looks like you're enjoying their company in your avatar. ;D Big Daddy likes the ladies, I ain't gonna lie....   Jimmy |
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Post by olebama on Mar 13, 2013 17:38:15 GMT -7
Heights while standing. Walking on a narrow trail next to a cliff drives me crazy. However, if I have a hand hold or climbing, it doesn't bother me at all. Maybe it has to do with how many times I stumble.
Suffocation. Not being able to breath is a big phobia of mine.
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