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Chugach
Trad climber
Vermont
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Feb 13, 2014 - 09:26pm PT
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I was driving on the interstate and a van full of two moms and 7 kids did multiple (like 10+) rollovers in front of me. All kids and one mom were ejected through the windows. They were everywhere. I was first on the scene.
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speelyei
Trad climber
Mohave County Arizona
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Feb 13, 2014 - 10:21pm PT
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Chugach, that's awful. Sorry you had to see that.
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couchmaster
climber
pdx
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Feb 13, 2014 - 10:54pm PT
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What horrible stories some of you folks have. I've somehow (fortunately) generally avoided being concerned and/or disturbed with the crap that the rest of you get hit by. Sorry for you....damned sad. Not satire, some of the stories on this thread are real Freaking bad and I feel for you.
Sh#t I've lived such a great life, sometimes it takes others story's to remind one of it..... Thanks mom.
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Crazy Bat
Sport climber
Birmingham, AL & Seweanee, TN
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Feb 14, 2014 - 03:51am PT
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Jaybro, I married Mr. Perfect. All was well at first, charming fellow to all. After a while it slowly went to hell and became physically abusive. Recognizing I had a problem and admiting it was the hardest part of getting away and getting help. You friend has begun the long road to her own recovery by admiting it to you. She is lucky to have you for support.
I was lucky and got out before I was really hurt. I was also lucky that he was only narcisistic, not malignant. Tell her to keep a diary and any other documentaion she can of every encounter with him. It will help if he ever does something that deserves jail time.
I have also found that just having a conversation with the local constabulary can help. They give good advice and like to catch those that hurt others. It gives them a good excuse to hurt someone themselves. (joke). They do like to have a heads up. It doesn't require paperwork on their part.
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Elcapinyoazz
Social climber
Joshua Tree
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Feb 14, 2014 - 12:02pm PT
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Don't know if I've told this one before.
I was about 14, returning from a hunting trip with my dad, brother, brother in law and dad's friend. We're driving on the interstate in central Georgia, in the middle of nowhere, when I see a body laying there about 30' off the road at the edge of the woods. Holy cow, must have been hit by a car!
I tell my dad, and my brother catches a glimpse of him too, so we pull over and backup up down the shoulder.
Go over and, no blood or obvious trauma, but the guy isn't moving, doesn't appear to be breathing, has no apparent belongings, and is ill dressed for the weather. We yell at him, and clap our hands near his face. Now thinking the guy is dead, bro-in-law goes and flags down a passing car (this is in the days before people really carried cell phones) to go call the cops.
He doesn't look like he's been there long and we're still not positive he's a corpse. Nobody is willing to try to find a pulse, in case he is alive and freaks out, stabs or punches or something. So my brother rares back and kicks the guy in the ass as hard as he can.
Nothing.
Bro says rigor mortis isn't there, so he goes and fetches a shotgun from the car. Blasts off two rounds into the woods with the barrell a couple feet from the guys head.
Nothing.
Sh#t, this guy is dead. Cops show up about 10minutes later.
"Oh, that's Percy. He's probably just drunk"
"No, we're pretty sure he's dead" and we tell them about our attempts to rouse him.
Sherriff goes over shakes him, yelling at him, gets a faint pulse, slaps him across the face a few times, keeps yelling and shaking until the guy twitches a little, then starts to moan.
WHOA! He's alive. Another five minutes of shaking yelling etc and he's sitting up, drunker'n a bicycle. Cops load him up to take him to his folks place, and we resume our trip home, relieved and laughing. But those first 30minutes were traumatizing for me, having initially spotted him and only having seen a corpse once, at a funeral.
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skcreidc
Social climber
SD, CA
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Feb 14, 2014 - 12:47pm PT
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I ...that vladimir putin butt plug was pretty damm disTurBiNg to me. Funny as hell, but disturbing. Don't know if I can open up another Locker geared thread ever again. I need to stick to climbing threads.
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speelyei
Trad climber
Mohave County Arizona
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Feb 14, 2014 - 02:26pm PT
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Ive had the misfortune to see some of this stuff too.
The first were at Smith Rocks. I had just completed the WMA WFR course. My buddy and I walked down into the park on a beautiful day, nice and cool, not too crowded for the time of year. We waltz down to the dihedral area, and notice a big crowd at the base of a very popular easy route (5 gallon buckets). We wander up, cause there's cute chicks, and everybody is all solemn. It was really weird, this big group, people crying and stuff. I ask one of them what's wrong, and she points at a rope tarp with feet sticking out from under it. You can see theres a male laying on his back under it. I asked her "Is he dead? When did this happen?" She starts nodding and says "It just happened, he just fell!" I ask her if I can look and she says "Please do, please, I think he's dead!".
I flip the tarp back, and dude is laying there blinking, bloody hands, bloody knees, slight bleeding and fluid from one ear. Holy shit! get Tommy to help me hold him stable and start asking all the questions: what day is it? Who are you? Who is the president? I start doing the full body check and notice his belay device attached to the carabiner on his harness, as he's explaining "I just leaned back and started falling, that's all I remember". I dispatch somebody to run up to the ranger station, get someone else on the phone. Talking to the guy. Finally this old guy with a Santa Claus beard and a helmet on comes up the trail, and identifies himself as a Doctor. I think, cool, I can get out of here! Ive got blood on my gloves, there's nothing I can do besides keep the guy stable and monitored until somebody shows up with a stokes litter or whatever.
So I turn the scene over to the Doctor, who doesn't so much as look down at the patient. Makes no move to stabilize him or monitor breathing or anything. So I ask the Doc, "Uh, so are you an ER Docor, or a surgeon, or what?" He gives a big grin... "no, I'm an Optometrist!" we ended up helping the VFD guys wheel him all the way up to the parking lot.
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speelyei
Trad climber
Mohave County Arizona
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Feb 14, 2014 - 02:29pm PT
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A couple weeks later we were over by the Phoenix Buttress, and this guy blows the first clip and slides down the cliff with his legs locked and gets a compound tib/fib fracture. Brutal, I'm telling you. The blood stank, and anything you did hurt the guy, sending him almost into a frenzy. We just bundled him the best we could, kept talking him through it, got him to hold my hand and squeeze it. Carried him to a pickup that had made it down.
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speelyei
Trad climber
Mohave County Arizona
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Feb 14, 2014 - 02:32pm PT
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Then we found a dead guy at the base of a popular crag in Porland called Rocky Butte. It wasn't without precedent. All sorts of shady stuff went down at "the Butt". Guy was wearing a t-shirt, socks, staring up dead at the sky.
A few years later, I was afirst responder at a vehicle accident on highway 224, where a little tyke hit the seat in front of him so hard he got a scalp tear. It bled like a stuck pig, too. I got my shirt wrapped around him and kept him spine stable until the paramedics showed up. The whole time his "Mom" was running around wih an unlit cigarette telling anyone who'd listen about why the accident wasn't her fault.
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speelyei
Trad climber
Mohave County Arizona
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Feb 14, 2014 - 02:36pm PT
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Then one night in January some friends and I were on the way up Mt Hood to do the S side route. We were the first to arrive at the scene of an accident, where a one-armed drunken ski lift operator clipped a semi head on. I was the only one who would go over to the guy and try to assess him or help at all. Somehow, the deceased man's nakedness upset me. He had been ejected from the vehicle, which finally came to rest on his legs. The smells were horrible. Certain smells will trigger the memory and it's like I'm right there. The moon shining down, the ice and snow shimmering like silver, the guys skin still warm to the touch.
The very next night, almost to the minute, I had the only bona-fide paranormal experience I've ever had. It wasn't threatening, but it wasn't anything I want to experience again.
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speelyei
Trad climber
Mohave County Arizona
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Feb 14, 2014 - 02:47pm PT
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When I worked a for a big line clearance contractor in the Oregon Coast range, we had an exhausted fisherman run over about 30 28" traffic cones and rear end the line of cars. A woman was killed, and the flagger was run over and killed.
I was 100' up a Doug fir, a hundred yards from the scene, and it was still deafening.
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Larry Harris
Sport climber
Tulsa, Ok.
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Nov 22, 2014 - 02:59pm PT
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The person who inspired your post topic wouldn't happen to be named Jeff? Sounds exactly his MO. He is also something of a figure in the game. How that happened considering what a monster to women he is is beyond me. Anyway, I stumbled onto this post after doing a google search for a deceased old friend named Jack Mileski. Saw the topic, and felt like I knew exactly who was being referred to. Witnessed just such abuse. Was so stunned I didn't know what to say.
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Ksolem
Trad climber
Monrovia, California
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Nov 22, 2014 - 03:58pm PT
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As a kid, about 14, I spent summers with cousins, Aunts and Uncles, and the Grandparents it Whapeton, North Dakota. Grandpa had a flower business. He did pretty well selling in the twin cities, and around Iowa and so forth. He had a barn out behind the greenhouses where he kept all sorts of stuff. The barn had a second floor door with a beam sticking out so you could hall hay up there for storage. One day I was sitting around watching this operation when the guy on top fell out the door. He landed one leg in and one leg out of one of those big old oil drums. So if you think I'm twisted that might be why...
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 22, 2014 - 05:24pm PT
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Larry Harris, one of the most disturbing things is batt apparently there are at least two of these guys running around. Actually I started this because there are all too many of these thugs out there.
... And jack Mileski sure had disturbing events in his own life...
Good on ya, and thanks for the advice crazy bat, hope all is well with you!
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nah000
climber
no/w/here
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Nov 22, 2014 - 06:00pm PT
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this thread [and your stories] are proof that i have lived a blessed and luck-filled life. i have no real personal stories...
closest i came was seeing a christian missionary relative come back from rwanda after/during? the massacres...
seeing the core of someone's being and direction obliterated as they struggled to integrate the unfathomable, no longer having the support of their former beliefs, was to see aftershocks that helped convince me that there can be no extra-earthly hell worse than the one we regularly and collectively create for ourselves...
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kaholatingtong
Trad climber
Nevada City
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Nov 22, 2014 - 06:30pm PT
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I saw a huge fight that turned into a multiple party stabbing at the end of a concert last weekend. I was standing in bleacher seating about 10 feet from where it took place and saw basically the whole thing. What a blemish on my memory of a f*#king awesome concert.
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Crazy Bat
Sport climber
Birmingham, AL & Seweanee, TN
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Nov 22, 2014 - 06:32pm PT
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You are most welcome. All is wonderful with me. Hope all is well with you and the poor girl who's experience inspired this fascinating and grusum post.
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jonnyrig
climber
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Nov 23, 2014 - 07:46am PT
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Hate threads on Supertopo.
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hellroaring
Trad climber
San Francisco
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Nov 23, 2014 - 10:44am PT
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Coming upon a horrendous accident just outside Yellowstone, people are standing around
reluctant to approach the mangled auto. No responders on scene yet. Able to get inside through rear passenger door. The smell of blood and antifreeze hangs in the air. This person (18 yr old woman) slumped in drivers seat. Man she's gotta be dead, but no, a strong bounding radial pulse. Then I hear the gurgling snort so I get her head up to open up airway & protect her spine. I spend the next 90 minutes in this position, my hands & shirt soaked with blood and cerebral spinal fluid. Paramedics try to hyperventilate her with a bag valve mask in attempt to slow brain swelling , except they can't get a good seal, every time they squeeze the bag blood shoots out of her eye orbits. They throw a heavy blanket on her and tell me to close my eyes & brace as they smash out remaining glass with sledgehammers, then use a sawzall to cut and remove roof. The chopper lands on the 2 lane road. They get her on a backboard with C collar, try to intubate but a fountain of blood squirts up & out of her mouth. Then she's on the chopper and on her way to Billings. The entire time I just talked to her, encouraging to keep breathing, telling her as the scene unfolds what's being done, and that a lot of people are working hard to save her. The ambulance crew helps me clean up and then I drive to Gardiner through the park,and to my tiny 2 room cabin in Cooke City, MT. That night was sad & lonely as I processed the events of the day. Next day I go to the Mammoth clinic in the park to get gamma globulin & hep B shot cuz of the exposure to body fluids. The MD tells me she is still alive only because of my actions at the scene, but she dies the next day...13 yeas later I am back up in Yellowstone country with a buddy. We would be driving down that same stretch of road the next day, only I don"t really realize it at the time. That night in Bozeman @ the hostel I have a vivid dream reliving the entire scene in stunning detail. Oh the things buried in our sub conscience. In closing I ask myself why air this on a public forum? Talking about stuff I guess helps in dealing with traumatic events...let your friends and family know how much you love them always & unconditionally, peace.
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Sredni Vashtar
Social climber
out in front
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Nov 23, 2014 - 10:58am PT
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Thanks for talking about it. I never talked about something and it very nearly killed me. I don't think I could even write it down.
thanks as well for being there for her, and having the skills to help. I think we should all have WFR certification as a minimum
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