Mark,
Sunday was a real bust......everything "Murphy" happened that day.
On the way to our north county hunting area, I clobbered a teenager that bolted out in front of us from a hidden alley. Thank God for smaller favors, I was only puttin' along at 20-25MPH. The kid, along with his buddies, were playing some kind of "chicken" game as they were loitering outside the local market. One reason I slowed down after waiting for a car to turn ahead of me was that I saw one of the kids bolt out into traffic carrying a 12 pack of soda.
There was an old lady sitting parked in front of the store as well, and when I was passing her car, I thought I was totally passed beyond the group of kids. But, one kid "just bolted" out from around a blind corner behind me, shot across in front of that old lady's car, and right out in front of me from a blind quartering angle.
No way could I stop that fast, and Dennis said it happened so quick he couldn't get it out of his mouth. I hit the kid pretty solid (even at that speed), and knocked him to the pavement.
I thought that I had rolled over him slightly, knowing that the trucks front differential was positioned imminently in the center.....but, all of a sudden, he popped right up on his feet and bolted out of the road like nothing happened.
Being an ex-cop, I swung the truck over to the curb, and jumped out to check on the kids welfare. He ran away from me and bolted around the same hidden corner. Extremely worried, and somewhat p*ssed that he ran, I went after him and cornered him around that corner. He was holding his arm, and needless to say, was shook up. I did a cursory examination on his arms, legs and chest, as he kept saying, "I'm alright, I'm alright". I told him "you more than likely think you're alright right now....that's adrenalin talking".
He had a minor brush burn on his right elbow, and that was it.
When I told him I had to call the local PD to respond, he went hysterical and started crying uncontrollably. He stated that "they hate me.....they know me and hate me, I'll get into trouble !".
I told him not to worry about that as it was besides the point, but thought to myself (once I calmed down and realized he was okay)....good, maybe you should worry about trouble.....man....kids.
I guess the kid (based on the responding officer....one of my old recruits) is quite the village troublemaker, and was referred to by the officer (in confidentiality) as a "little woodchuck".
We were both worried about the kid, and no one deserves a lack of concern based on their past or current behavior, but geeze man.
The Patrolman checked everything out and reported the results to the mother......guess what....She responded with a very calm..."Oh really ?, is he okay ?, with the report of a small brush burn by the officer, she said "Oh, he'll be fine"..and by the officers report, didn't seem the least bit concerned. Man no wonder the kid is a problem in the village.
Not that it's an important issue by any stretch, and gladly, the kid was relatively unscathed, but the truck ended up going in the garage for considerable plastic and hood repairs (out of pocket). Nice.....
Anyway, to top that off, after continuing on to hunt (and being quite rattled) while in the process of trying to light my smoke with the vehicle's lighter, I fumbled the g-damn thing and burned a nice hole in the trucks carpet....sh*t!
Then, on top of all that....we never saw a thing until we headed back out to the road at dark.....a whole "flock" ran across in front of us....NICE!
Some days it just doesn't pay to get outta bed, does it ?
Take care,
Bob