My story is more of a comedy than anything else. My head, back and bum were sore for a couple days but nothing else. Glad I was alone for this one. I did a cache after work 'Farnum Hill #2 (GCHRZJ)'. I had been up this hill before getting the 'Farnum Hill #1' cache so decided to hike it up to this one. Once at the cache, I decided to bush wack out to the trail closer to the truck since I hadn't waypointed the truck I just panned the gps and marked a waypoint on what I thought to be the road I walked in on. (Scene setting), misty rain, thick hemlock/pine woods, steep slopes, lots of hemlock and pine needles and low branches. I'm 6'6" tall and 360lbs, like a moose crashing through the woods. Off I go. I got to one particular spot on the slope and figured I could squeeze through a thicket of branches to a small clearning on the other side. Well I grabbed the branches to move them out of the way, stepped through, released the branches and was rudely thwapped in the back by the same branch I was moving past. This in turn knocked me forward and as I stumbled into the next set of branches throwing me off balance, I slipped on the slippery ground cover and wham.. on my butt. As I sat there for a minute collecting my thoughts I proceeded to stand and slipped again only this time traveling down the slope very un-gracefully. I stood up and cursed all the places I had pine needles sticking out. I had to laugh because I was no more than .1 miles from my truck. All for the love of the game slipped I.