We had gone to explore a mine in the Baldhu area and had spent several hours down there taking pictures and stuff.
Everything done, we returned to the shaft only to be greeted by a torrent of water falling down from the surface 150ft up.
A really heavy downpour had turned the shaft into a waterfall mixed with fist sized rocks and our rope in the shaft was taking a clobbering at the bottom.
One of our group managed to pull the rope tight to one side of the shaft in an effort to minimise any damage, and risking being hit by a rock directly or from a ricochet.
30 minutes later conditions improved and we started prussiking up the shaft one at a time. I took one shot on the helmet and another rock the size of an egg on the shoulder when I was halfway up the shaft.
Another experience was in an inclined shaft. A friend had gone up the shaft ahead of me and had reached the deviation point where he transferred to another rope.
He called down that the rope was free and I started climbing up the shaft. 30 seconds later I heard that terrifying call 'BELOW!' 😮. and heard something heavy bouncing down the shaft toward me and gathering pace rapidly.
This shaft was maybe 8 feet wide but footwall to hanging wall was only 3 feet max steeply inclined and slippery as hell.
No time to think, I kicked off with my left foot and managed to get to the edge of the shaft just in time to see a 2 foot by 10 inch diameter soaking wet stemple go wizzing by my shoulder.
Curiously enough I was strangely calm, which was more than could be said for my mate who was franticly shouting down to see if I was still alive.
I shouted back that he would need to try harder next time. :lol:
I've had closer ones in the workplace but that would be off topic.
"You Chinese think of everything!"
"But I''m not Chinese!"
"Then you must have forgotten something!"