I don't know how many times in a day i fall, but i usually shout some wierd noise as i go down. but one time last year, we were planting a block that was logged 10 years ago. the vegetation grew up, berries filled that landscape...and so did the bushes. well, i was planting down this slope, i saw the checker coming towards me, and somehow i tripped on a log, as i am falling, by this time in the season "the claw" had set in( basically your hand is molded to your shovel and you can't just let go), so i tried to brace myself but the vegetation was soo thick that my shovel got caught in to the bush..so did my other hand. then with both hands stuck in the bushes, my very full and heavy bags continued to hurl me to the ground towards another log that was conveniently placed to catch my chin. it hurt, but it was funny and i started to laugh hysterically, the checker thought i was nuts.
happy Canada Day....
i ate steak...