I went out over the tailgate of a pickup while shooting jackrabbits on the Snake river plain near American Falls Idaho about 43 years ago.
Was taking a bead on one running up the road when my buddy driving decided to chase it.
Separated shoulder.
Beer and weed may have been in play. It usually was back then.
Talk about going over the tailgate....
My buddy had a 1934 Ford pickup with a '54 Ford V8. At 18 years old, I was maybe looking for a Darwin award. I told him I could stand in the back when he took off. Of course he said,
"Get in!"
He started with less than full throttle until about 10 mph. I was feeling pretty good. Then he punched it. I can vaguely remember trying to keep my glass bottle beverage up right as I tumble head over tea kettle.
