As a young boy I saw this film in the theater.
I came home from the theater and quickly fashioned a makeshift whip from bailing twine and a rock on the end for weight.
As I ran about our ranch snagging tree limbs and fence post I traveled across time and the globe unearthing long forgotten treasure.
That is, until my trusty whip swung a little too wild, whipping about my head and neck until the weighted rock on the tip cracked me right between the eyes.
As the blood dripped down the tip of my nose I learned a valuable lesson about ropes, rocks and make shift whips.
