I remember when the shuttle blew up. My brother assisted with the search and clean up, working with the local law enforcement. He said it was a very somber experience. Not only were they picking up pieces of the shuttle, they were also having to recover pieces of the bodies (I mean no disrespect in my reference to the victims). At one point, he said he was just in that zone of cleaning up and picking up pieces when he was surprised by what he had just picked up. He had seen that whatever it was, it was badly burned. Only after picking it up did he realize that it was someone's 'manhood'. Not something I would even want to think about.
On another occasion after Hurricane Rita, I had hunted several days in a row in a pine thicket from my bow blind. It was so thick, you had to crawl in a couple spots to get through to my blind. Every day I smelled something rotten and every day it got worse. Finally, I couldn't take it, I decided not to go back until that smell was gone. My Uncle hunted close to me and called me after a couple days and told me to get out to the area we hunted. He said it was an emergency. Our land is in a little community called Saron out in the boon-docks just a little south of Zavalla, Tx. I couldn't figure out what it could be that was so pressing. Well... I was wasting my time, I would never have guessed it in a hundred years. The smell had been coming from a dead man that was only about 60 yards from my stand. He was an elderly man that had tried to get out of the path of the hurricane and got lost in the backroads trying to get away from all the traffic that was piling up on Hwy 69. He was a diabetic and didn't have his medicine for several days. He got delerious and took off walking through the woods, leaving his truck sitting on the edge of an oil-top. Again, I don't mean to sound disrespectful of the gentleman by telling this story but I must say, it was a gruesome sight to see. The coyotes had found him long before my uncle did.
