In HS, had some friends riding on the down tailgate of my truck while duck hunting.
I gassed it to catch up to some ducks in a grassy knoll when I hit a small ditch hidden in the scrub
and the 2 friends riding backwards on the tailgate flew about 12 ft in the air as the back end of the
truck dipped in and flew out of the ditch.
I still have that image in my head of my friends 12 ft in the air, backs to the ground, 12 gauge
shotguns in arms, impacting the ground from my rear view mirror!
Not to start a religious string, but God looks after drunks and idiots (we all survived)
