A few years ago I took a glancing blow from a 5" aspen. I was skiing in pretty thickly treed terrain, had jello legs from a huge day, and caught an edge in a patch of weirdly affected snow. Didn't get a chance to straighten things out and realized I wouldn't make the gap I was headed for. I managed to twist my upper body enough that my shoulders made it between the trunks but the pack hit the tree on the left and bounced me into the one on the right. Thought I had a fractured pelvis for a sec, the pain was shockingly bad. Ms Boissal took one look and told me to sack up and ski down to the car. I couldn't get in on my own and had to lay down on the back seat.
This picture is from the first evening (hopefully not considered NSFW, I'll remove if needed). It got a lot worse after that and there was talk of draining the hip hematoma as it was not resorbing on its own. The tramp stamp stayed for weeks and went through lovely shades of purple, green, and yellow before disappearing.
"Your wife being mad is temporary, but pow turns do not get unmade" - mallwalker the wise
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