The air is crisp; the ground is cold and wet. I just rolled over a thorny bush but I don't notice that discomfort so much as the steel jaws of a bear trap that has closed on my leg.
Usually, a man doesn't scream… he hollers. But that's not what I'm doing… I'm screaming. And I'll go on screaming for as long as it takes to make me feel better!
Okay, maybe I'll stop now. The top of my head feels like it's about to come off. I think I'll just lie here for a while and swear under my breath.