A hunter got violently sick on the drive back to a remote cabin, going from fine to nearly passing out in 7-12 minutes. He spent six hours vomiting while his brother watched TV loudly in the next room.
Oh, do I have a story to tell you all today. So the question's already been asked, did I have a successful hunt? Absolutely. And on the way back to the cabin, it hit me like a brick. I mean, it was one of those things that within— and I'm not exaggerating— within about 7 to 12 minutes, I went from feeling normal to feeling like I could die. I was just started sweating, turned ghost white. By the time we got back to camp, which is about an hour drive, 45-minute drive back to camp, and I made it to the cabin. I spent the next, so that would have been about 7:30, 7:45, 8 o'clock, let's say. I spent the next 6 to 7 hours hugging the toilet, and that is no lie. And so we're in a cabin, it's a 2-man cabin, it's me and my brother, and I would wake up, run to the bathroom, start throwing up, and he would turn the TV on loud so he'd have to listen to me.
