somehiker
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T.Parker said:I dont even wanna know .........
Its never a good day when a Cholla decides to attach itself to you!
Below is my back pack taking one for the teamImagine taking one out of the middle of your back...miles away and no one to help
? would be a bad day for sure.
Your pack with the cholla ball accessory is a perfect example.Now imagine a pair of boots that resembled,instead, a pair of oversized fuzzy green bathroom slippers.With matching green soles that add three inches to your height.Imagine as well,trying to negotiate a path out of a chest-deep forest of cholla,spaced so closely that you cannot even lift a foot,nor bend over to remove what has already accumulated on your feet and by now,beginning to jump to your calves.That welcome breeze,which fifteen minutes ago promised to bring relief from the sun's oppressive heat,has suddenly become an endless series of 50mph gusts.......
It wasn't so much the fuzzy slippers that my hikers became as every square inch of ground instantly was covered by cholla pods.It wasn't the balls that transferred themselves from my feet to my lower extremities.It were the cholla balls that became missiles in the wind,that embedded themselves everywhere that they scored a hit.
Worst of all though,and just as you suggested, was the one gggddam pod that found it's bullseye between my pack and my right shoulder.......of course it did,because I am right handed.
Now normally,having some experience with the odd jumping cholla that decides to hitch a ride,I just reach over to the folding knife that resides in a pouch on my left hand shoulder strap.I have found that it is a simple matter to slip the blade betwixt attacker and victim and,with a quick flick of the wrist,remove the evil from the holy.No big deal....'cept I'm right handed,and ever time I reach for the knife the needles,and more of them are driven deeper by my pack.
Eventually,I managed to release my pack and remove all of my tormenters,save the one that was out of reach of the knife and,by now,flattened for maximum effect.The only solution was to peel my tee shirt over my head,ripping the cholla ball free in the process.It sounded like pulling a long strip of super... heavy... duty... velcro... apart.
It is now three weeks later and I still have red dots on my legs,my arms and my shoulder.
If anyone should hear of recent sightings of Bigfoot tracks and loud screams heard from a mountaintop out there.........that was just me havin fun with cholla.

Regards:SH.
Regards:SH.