First time out geocaching..... 11 stitches in my head. That's how I came by the name Sgt Stitches.
We (a group of about 12 brothers, sister's-in-law, cousins, nephews, nieces) had found the cache, and were posing for a group picture. I set the timer on my camera and as I was running to the back of the group, I tried to duck under a tree branch... but I didn't duck quite low enough. I ran full speed into the tree branch knocking me on my rear. Luckily I was wearing a baseball hat or I might have really torn up my scalp!
My sister in law drives me to the the hospital while everyone else goes on to find two more caches. 2 hours and 11 stitches later, we meet up with the rest of the group in time to nab the last cache of the day.
Since I didn't yet have a name for geocaching, my brother insisted I incorporate the word "stitches" somehow.
Since then, I have fallen down gulleys and raised bruises 8 inches across, cut my fingers on nasty razor grass, and gotten some pretty nasty splinters. I pulled my back while trying to get to a cache on a dirtbike. In all, I have drawn blood 5 times.
I have developed a reputation as the "clutziest cacher" in my area. Now there is something to be proud of!