I macerated my crotch with bear macerator.

It was a perfect, sunny morning on the shore of Emerald Lake in the Trinity Alps Wilderness. I had the place to myself the night before, which was my first time there. As I finished a second cup of coffee, I heard a rustling in the bushes. and he looked up the hillside behind the camp and saw bushes moving. I couldn’t see what it was, but it sounded big and was heading towards the camp. A previous hiker had left a blue tarp and food they had already collected. I guess that was the source of his interest in my camp. I grabbed my camera, zoomed in on the settings, and got this photo when he stood up.

After that, I clapped my hands and he got very scared and ran up the hill and stopped in a dense group of bushes. He was reasonably far away, but I didn’t like that he had stopped and was breathing rapidly and making grunts with each exhale. I hurriedly packed to leave and when I was walking I no longer heard him or knew where he was, which put me on high alert. I had a very uncomfortable encounter with another bear years earlier, which is why I was even carrying bear spray at the time.

So, with bear spray in my right front pocket, I left camp and started walking. A mile or so down the trail, I needed to stop for a bathroom break. I didn’t know it at the time, but as I took off my backpack He must have ripped the safety off the bear spray. Later I would find it here on the ground. After the break, as I shouldered my backpack, I turned on the bear spray a little. I have no idea how I didn’t hear or smell it at the time, but that’s what happened. It was a fairly hot day in the valley and as the trail weaved in and out of sunny, exposed areas, I began to sweat. Shortly after, I felt a sudden and extremely sharp pain. like I had never felt before in a certain part of the body traditionally associated with men. The sweat must have allowed the bear spray on the surface of my shorts to get in and:

Even in microscopic amounts, this product is powerful.

I had heard that passing a kidney stone is the most painful thing a man can experience, this seemed to qualify, so, having never done it before, that was my first thought. The pain was so intense that it was difficult to think. I continued down the trail toward the nearest trailhead even though my vehicle was facing the opposite direction. I was leaning, grabbing, screaming and walking in the wrong direction. Luckily there was no one else around (I saw that anyway).

The trail came close to a bend in the stream at one point, and I irrationally thought about stopping here and drinking gallons of water to try to pass the kidney stone I didn’t have. After a few minutes I realized it wasn’t going to work or I just couldn’t stand the pain and decided to keep moving towards the trailhead where my vehicle wasn’t located.

As I lifted my backpack and rested it on my hip preparing to put on a shoulder strap, the bear spray, still in the pocket of my shorts, shot all over my chest, which was a new problem, but now I at least understood the source of the original problem.

Okay, change of plans again. I sprayed my clothes off with bear spray, washed them, and hung them in some bushes to dry before heading back to the creek to get soaked and hopefully regain some sanity. I had water splashed on my head in the stream and after hanging up the clothes I reflexively wiped the water from my eyes, blinding myself. I know, I can’t believe it either, and I’m the only one who was there.

After returning to the stream without opening my eyes, I soaked for a while and the pain slowly subsided. I went from being able to open my eyes for just a fraction of a second, to one second, to normal over the course of the next hour. The pain in my cock also subsided and when I started to feel normal again it came with this euphoric buzz. My body was so happy to just not be in crisis mode. I exhaled, retrieved my dry clothes and backpack, walked back to get the bear spray lock, then headed a mile or two to Morris Meadow to enjoy a beautiful sun-drenched afternoon sharing the spot with a herd of deer and plenty of birds, but no other humans.

It turns out that bear spray is very difficult to remove from clothing, as the next day I got a slight burn below the belt with small amounts on my shirt. Simply put, the hike sucked. I think you understand. I would eventually throw away the boxers I was wearing because they would burn me again the next few times I wore them.

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