My weekend

Well, it started off like any normal weekend. My friends and I had planned to go coon hunting friday night, we had everything organized, we knew where we were going to hunt, and the dogs were loaded up in the dog box. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the sun went down and it was time to hit the woods. All I can say is I'm glad I drive a lifted truck, otherwise we wouldve never made it through the trails. The hunt started out great, we had three very well trained coon dogs with us, including my new dog, "Colt." As soon as we turned the dogs out, they struck on a hot trail and treed before we made it back to the truck. Everything was going great, until we came upon quite an unpleasant surprise waiting for us at the tree, a man with a rifle. Long story short, he thought he could run us off land that didnt belong to him in the first place, land that we had written permission to hunt on. To avoid all unneeded conflict, we got our dogs and left. My friends Vinny and Jake wanted to ride on the tailgate of the truck, so I told them that was fine. When we made it to the end of the trail where we had to get on the main road, I asked Jake and Vinny if they wanted to get back in the truck but they wanted to stay on the back. It was a very short distance back to the house from the trail, so I let them ride where they wished at their on risk, which proved to be a mistake. We arrived at our destination, all of us but jake, who we could see in the distance walking down the road, he had fallen off of the truck going down the road at 35 miles per hour. Fortunately Jake was okay, but we all knew very well that the situation could've been very bad. Needless to say, I dont think Jake will be riding on the back of a truck again.