My cameraman set up wrong. One more mistake like that and he’s gone, even if he is my dad.
He’s got one job. Document the kick. Film it clearly. If the word “appears” appears in the headline, you have failed.
What am I supposed to do? Kick a second squirrel? “Man Appears To Kick Squirrel Into The Grand Canyon And Then Definitely Kicks A Second Squirrel Into The Canyon”? Makes me look like some kind of nut.
Get with it, Dad.
But credit where credit is due. When I kicked an alligator into the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool, Dad got it perfectly. My blood spurting into the water from the critter’s bite on my calf: red poetry.
I punted a opossum into the Old Faithful hole and Dad caught the animal on film going into the hole and then shooting back out again when the geyser went off. That one made the front page of Animal Rights Journal.
The Grand Canyon, though… You don’t want to mess that one up. I’ve got to go back. Not with a squirrel. I’m thinking a giraffe.
Then I’ll be ready for my magnum opus: a Cub Scout Pack, into Niagara Falls.