Thanks again.
This reminds me of Keith Sutton an outdoor writer.
In his own words…
2017
Here’s the story some of you may have heard bits and pieces of.
On Monday, my Farm Bureau work assignment took me to a buffalo ranch in north-central Arkansas to photograph some bison or buffalos. The old cow pictured here – one of about 30 around me – was very friendly and got close enough for me to rub her head.
Bad mistake. As she lifted her head, her right horn accidentally hooked one of my belt loops. When she felt my weight on her head, she went crazy. Picture a rodeo bull rider with his hand stuck in the rope, bouncing off the bull’s head. That was me, and I’m sure I was on a full 8 or 10 seconds.
Fortunately I had hold of her horn as I tried to break the belt loop. Didn’t work. She beat me up something awful before the belt came free. I saw stars when I got slammed on the ground, and think I was knocked out for a short while.
After I got my wind back, I thought I was ok, though. There was no obvious damage at first. Just some soreness and two swollen spots. But not even any bruising. I continued working for another hour and then headed home, driving myself. But on the 100-mile drive, I started feeling nauseous and dizzy.
Pulled into Theresa’s office and she took me to the hospital. By the time I arrived, I was dry heaving and about to pass out. They rushed me immediately into the emergency room. By this time, two huge hematomas had developed: one on my right side and one on my left hip. Fortunately CT scans showed no broken bones, and with my hand on that horn, I managed somehow to avoid getting skewered.
Here’s the kicker. The CT scans found three tumors on my right kidney I didn’t know were there. They are cancerous but the oncologist says the buffalo saved my life. If I hadn’t had the CT scans, the cancer might have spread before I knew I had it. But they were caught early enough they haven’t spread, and removal of the kidney should resolve that problem.
So, despite the intense pain I’ve been in for two days, guess I’m glad the old gal took me on a ride. Otherwise I might be facing much greater issues. Doc says after I heal from these wounds, we’ll schedule surgery and get rid of the cancerous kidney, probably in one to two months. Right now I feel like GGG and Canelo both used me for a sparring partner.
More and more bruises continue appearing and I’m in a lot of pain. But definitely could have been worse. Theresa has been by my side every minute, and my friends at Farm Bureau have rallied around me too. I’m a lucky guy.
Yeah, I knew better than to get around these, but several co-workers actually had a photo taken with this old gal just a couple weeks earlier, and the owner said he’d never had anything like this happen in the 17 years he’s had buffalos. I will never again get close to buffalos, though, and warn you not to either, no matter how tame folks tell you they are. Thoughts and prayers appreciated.