Yep, I got somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 stitches from a Rupp. Waited till my Dad got home from work to reveal. While the nurse scrubbed it out and stitched it up I read the book about Chanaults flying tigers! Thing would never heal as we went right from there to kill the man with the ball on round bales! Busted it all back open! My Dad was pissed!And yes we drank out of the garden hose!