Most Physically Painful Kilt Experience?

[Riverkilt]

Well, the fried huevos was a brief hot contact....

Last winter I slipped on the ice over at Zion and went down hard on my bare knees getting road rash, blood, and pain. At least I had on a red kilt and red kilt hose to cover the blood.

Up in Ouray last summer a horse turned out from me as I was mounting it kilted and I fell on my kilted butt on the hard rock ground and kept falling backward until the back of my head thumped the rocks hard too.

So much for efforts to age gracefully......

[cryerelizabeth]

Well, the fried huevos was a brief hot contact....

Last winter I slipped on the ice over at Zion and went down hard on my bare knees getting road rash, blood, and pain. At least I had on a red kilt and red kilt hose to cover the blood.

Up in Ouray last summer a horse turned out from me as I was mounting it kilted and I fell on my kilted butt on the hard rock ground and kept falling backward until the back of my head thumped the rocks hard too.

So much for efforts to age gracefully......

You don't seem to be verry coordinated or gracefull ;o) But hey! at least you have awesome, yet painful adventures!

[Nighthawk]

I have three cats with all their claws. My brother brought his yappy little dog over to the house, and in an effort to escape, all three decided to climb me, starting at my legs. They clawed their way up my body, Midnight taking the kilt with him.

[Bugbear]

I have three cats with all their claws. My brother brought his yappy little dog over to the house, and in an effort to escape, all three decided to climb me, starting at my legs. They clawed their way up my body, Midnight taking the kilt with him.

[Mickey]

Weird that this came up as earlier I was outside and a rather menacing looking wasp found me very interesting, and I almost went into a panic when it flew low and I lost sight of it. I didn't move for about 15 minutes. Thought about asking a question similar to this.

Ron, the fried huevos still cracks me the heck up. I feel the pain, but man.... outstandingly funny

Nighthawk, my cat LOVES kilts, and loves trying to get under them. I've crouched down many times and had her magically appear in the "cave" and wow, those are tense moments.

I have been very lucky so far, but I know it's only a matter of time.

[TheBrus]

Outdoors in windy Central Iowa, in January, regimental. Frostbite nearly ensued. Bag balm to the rescue!

[Bill aka Mole]

I have three cats with all their claws. My brother brought his yappy little dog over to the house, and in an effort to escape, all three decided to climb me, starting at my legs. They clawed their way up my body, Midnight taking the kilt with him.

Over the last few years we have had four cats in our lives (currently only have one, Athena) and I believe that each one has used the same method for claiming lap rights while I am at the computer:

A: Stroll over by Dad and observe that lap is empty.
B: Reach up and set fore claws into Dad's thigh.
C: Pull up to claim lap.

They only see a kilt as additional traction media. Usually, on step B, I can grab them and haul them up quickly, much quicker than waiting for them to do it themselves.

[MacHenderson]

My most painful experience was throwing anvils for distance after having knocked back a few beers. When I went to pick up the 150 pounder, I caught myself in the thigh on the bick of the anvil. (The pointy end.) Needless to say, in my pain and rage, I threw that sucker an impressive 8 or 9 feet. No damage to my kilt, but I had a nice, round, black bruise for the next couple weeks afterwards!