Its been a while and I hope everyone is doing well.I have faithfully read the forum for the last several weeks-keeping up with everyones adventures and have enjoyed reading the stories more than you know..Congrats to Mike and Alice for being wonderful hosts-Sounds like everyone who visited them had a wonderful time and I am truly sorry I couldn't make it.
6 weeks ago while on a fishing trip in a remote area with a friend we suffered a vicious unprovoked attack from a large group of young men.They were all drunk or doped up or both and came into our campsite cussing and screaming and looking for trouble for no apparent reason.As I tryed to talk to a couple of them-to reason with them and avoid any trouble,another of their group attacked me from behind.
When I turned to try and defend myself 5 or 6 more jumped in.I managed to get a couple of good shots in-but was soon overwhelmed and knocked to the ground where I was kicked and stomped repeatedly.All I could do was try and cover up as best I could and wait for them to stop.Problem was,they didn't stop....
After a while,the kicks stopped hurting. It was weird,everything seemed to be happening in slow motion...It was as if it was happening to someone else and I was witnessing it.I honestly believe they intended to beat me to death.
As I neared unconsiousness a great peace came over me as I began to drift off,I realized I was going to die.I thought of my family.In the movies they say your entire life flashes before you at times like this.I can't say it happened to me,but I remember being amazed that my life was going to end on a muddy river bank by the hands of complete strangers I had never seen before and for no reason other than their lust for blood.
A part of me wanted to surrender to the peace but another larger part wanted to cling to life.With the very last of a strength I didn't know I had,I somehow rolled a few feet away from them...managed to get halfway to my feet and stumbled into the small tent.They must have thought I had a gun in the tent...(I didn't)...because at this point they jumped into their cars and roared away.
I found my friend who had also been beaten....though not as severely as me..and in a terrified panic...for fear they would return and finish the job... we got in my truck and sped away...leaving our camping and fishing equipment.
We were 80 miles from home,I was unable to drive and could barely hold my head up and as soon as we were a few miles away Keith took a look at me and headed for the nearest hospital.Both my eyes were swelled shut,I had some cracked ribs that sent sharp pains thru me at every breath,I was bleeding from my nose and mouth and I couldn't remember what day of the week it was.The rest of my body was a solid bruise
After a barrage of tests it was determined I had a severe concussion with some bleeding on the brain along with the cracked ribs and bruises and cuts.The doctors were most concerned about the brain injurys and I was admitted for observation. The police were contacted by the hospital and they came and took our statement,but I got the impression they didn
6 weeks ago while on a fishing trip in a remote area with a friend we suffered a vicious unprovoked attack from a large group of young men.They were all drunk or doped up or both and came into our campsite cussing and screaming and looking for trouble for no apparent reason.As I tryed to talk to a couple of them-to reason with them and avoid any trouble,another of their group attacked me from behind.
When I turned to try and defend myself 5 or 6 more jumped in.I managed to get a couple of good shots in-but was soon overwhelmed and knocked to the ground where I was kicked and stomped repeatedly.All I could do was try and cover up as best I could and wait for them to stop.Problem was,they didn't stop....
After a while,the kicks stopped hurting. It was weird,everything seemed to be happening in slow motion...It was as if it was happening to someone else and I was witnessing it.I honestly believe they intended to beat me to death.
As I neared unconsiousness a great peace came over me as I began to drift off,I realized I was going to die.I thought of my family.In the movies they say your entire life flashes before you at times like this.I can't say it happened to me,but I remember being amazed that my life was going to end on a muddy river bank by the hands of complete strangers I had never seen before and for no reason other than their lust for blood.
A part of me wanted to surrender to the peace but another larger part wanted to cling to life.With the very last of a strength I didn't know I had,I somehow rolled a few feet away from them...managed to get halfway to my feet and stumbled into the small tent.They must have thought I had a gun in the tent...(I didn't)...because at this point they jumped into their cars and roared away.
I found my friend who had also been beaten....though not as severely as me..and in a terrified panic...for fear they would return and finish the job... we got in my truck and sped away...leaving our camping and fishing equipment.
We were 80 miles from home,I was unable to drive and could barely hold my head up and as soon as we were a few miles away Keith took a look at me and headed for the nearest hospital.Both my eyes were swelled shut,I had some cracked ribs that sent sharp pains thru me at every breath,I was bleeding from my nose and mouth and I couldn't remember what day of the week it was.The rest of my body was a solid bruise
After a barrage of tests it was determined I had a severe concussion with some bleeding on the brain along with the cracked ribs and bruises and cuts.The doctors were most concerned about the brain injurys and I was admitted for observation. The police were contacted by the hospital and they came and took our statement,but I got the impression they didn