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Show Russell Jacobs 3 March 2010 left leg. I throw him my helmet and he said, "Well, I'm not sure if my CB works, but I'll give it a try." Well, it did, it did work. Within ten minutes a policeman was there, police officer. With the help of them, one put the kickstand down for me, the rancher grabbed my torso, the police officer grabbed my broken leg to keep it in place and they lifted me off the motorcycle and laid me on the ground. At that time I was okay. I was more concerned for my motorcycle than I was for myself (laughs) because I knew I'd heal okay, I mean eventually. This is my second time through this type of an accident. MD: On a motorcycle? RJ: The first one was a broken femur skiing in Jackson Hole. Took twenty minutes or so before the ambulance got there. They put me in the ambulance and, of course, my motorcycle, my clothing, everything was just covered with the remains of this deer. I mean everything from blood to all of its fur, its innards, undigested hay and grass, you name it. It was hard for my rescue team to keep from, I think, vomiting from how awful the smell was. But they gathered all my stuff up in a plastic bag, left my motorcycle there, took me into Star Valley where they had a clinic and gave me morphine at that point. I said to one of the nurses, I said, call up Jackson Hole, talk to Dr. Fegan, my surgeon who fixed my femur ten years before and tell him I'm coming back in. Well, he was at a cocktail party, this was about ten o'clock. He said, "Just give me another ring when you get into the hospital in Jackson Hole." I got there about midnight and he says, "Well, just give him another hit of morphine and I'll fix him in the morning." So I went 11 |
