nmurph
Senior Member
I went to put up some more cameras Wednesday. I stopped the truck on the top hill that overlooks a drop off (such as we have here in south GA) to the creek bottom and told my brother and son I'd run stick the camera on the tree and be right back. It's a location I've run a camera on for at least 15 years and has always been a great spot to get picks. They could see me at the edge of the creek bottom about 30 yards away. I put it on the tree and adjusted it, left the cover off and walked up the hill about five yards and started trimming a few small bushes that had sprouted up this year. I was almost back to the tree when I suddenly felt that distinct pain of a sting. I looked down and saw a swarm of YJ's around my feet (I was wearing shorts, tennis shoes, and a dry-fit shirt.). I swatted a couple of times and took off down the creek flat- in the exact spot where about 8 years ago, and at this same time of year, my brother and I were walking shoulder to shoulder and straddled a coiled EDB. I ran, jumping fallen trees and stumps, and dodging cat briars, losing one shoe along the way, and hoping I wasn't going to step on an EDB, which would have been infinitely worse than my current situation. I stopped about 30 yards away from the camera and was instantly attacked again. I took off again and was surrounded when I stopped again another 20 yards further. I repeated this three times and each time I was still surrounded. Finally, at about 150 yards away the attack stopped, though there were still a few flying around me. I stood there trying to get my senses about me and make sure I had all of the YJ off- I had slapped several along the way that were still stuck to my shirt and socks. I was yelling but my brother and son who were enjoying the AC and were oblivious to what I had just experienced. Finally, after what seemed like and hour but was more like 5 minutes, I heard the truck door close and I started yelling. I was glad to hear them but worried they would come down the hill and into the agitated YJ. I started running toward them and telling them to stay put. At about 40 yards I could tell them what happened. They helped me pick a path back to the road. We then eased to about 15 yards away and watched a swarm the size of a kitchen trashcan hover over a gallon ziploc bag I had dropped when I took off running. We headed back to the farm house and my son took me straight home. I told him what to do if I should go into anaphylaxis. By the time I got home about 45 minutes later I was feeling nauseous and in a lot of pain. I took two Benadryl and half of a pain tablet and slept for two hours. When I woke up, the nausea was gone but the stings were still barking at me. I got a shower and got my son to help me count the stings- 14 that were identifiable by marks but I had several other spots that were hurting like a sting but didn't have a mark. I was bitten on my ankles, calves, butt (yes, two times), hands, elbow, and head. 24 hours later the stings were still hurting. Today, 4 days later, I still have a phantom pain where I was stung on the calf. I've been bitten by wasps, YJs, and hornets many times over the years- got it on the middle finger by a wasp last month- and have never had any problems. But I've never had more than a couple of stings at any one time. As I was standing in that creek bottom, trying to grasp what had just happened, I had thoughts that I could die right there. I'm a very healthy 56 year old, but had I been 25 years older I don't know if I would have survived (my dad hunted until he was 84 and I plan to do the same, God willing). I certainly wouldn't have that World Class sprint speed I had just used, nor the ability to dodge and weave like an NFL running back.
Epilogue- I returned Thursday with a quart of gasoline. I was able to ease up the the hole and pour the WHOLE quart into the mouth of the hole. No YJ's came out, but in just a few minutes of standing there, there were 30 or so YJ who returned to the nest but wouldn't enter...I was satisfied. Yesterday, I was picking up pears from the ground and found a pear with several YJ's on it. It was oddly satisfying to stomp it to mush with the YJ enjoying their last meal.
Be careful...there are all sorts of hazards out there just waiting for us.
Epilogue- I returned Thursday with a quart of gasoline. I was able to ease up the the hole and pour the WHOLE quart into the mouth of the hole. No YJ's came out, but in just a few minutes of standing there, there were 30 or so YJ who returned to the nest but wouldn't enter...I was satisfied. Yesterday, I was picking up pears from the ground and found a pear with several YJ's on it. It was oddly satisfying to stomp it to mush with the YJ enjoying their last meal.
Be careful...there are all sorts of hazards out there just waiting for us.