My ears have been bloody more times than I care to remember.

But here's one worse than that. Last year I was clearing a path through a bunch of M.R. to hang a stand. The plan was towalk in from one side, shoot towards the lanes on the other, plan was going to work in this situation. So I'm working my way through the vines, using a pair of bypass pruners to clear the way. Snip, Snip, Snip...grab cut/loose vines, toss away.

All untill I give a good yank on a thick vine that hadn't been cut yet...Talk about an instant change of mood. Had to stand there for a few minutes picking thorns out of my hand/fingers dripping blood all over the place. Looked like I'd just been on a barbed wire rope swing. There must be some kind of 'poison' on those things too, 'cuz my hands stung like a sum'o'bi%%* for a few days.