With the tail pointed skyward, the airplane’s prop was now useless. Vegetation had filled the engine’s air intake screen. The gear was damaged too, of course. Worse, though, was the right wing. I could see it was bent upward almost 20 degrees at the midpoint of the aileron. All in all, the little Cub was a mess. In real time, it was just another bush accident caused, as most are, by pilot error. I really should have stopped it on the ridge and, at the last moment, kicked in full rudder to turn the tailwheel 90 degrees and prevent the airplane from rolling back down the slope.