Hammock Challenge

Joe circled his hammock several times, trying to relax. The previous night he spent hours calculating various approaches to getting his body inside this object. He considered angle of launch, his height and body fat, wind and soil conditions, the stationary swing potential of the hammock when hit by a flying object.
He wanted so badly to lay there in the shade reading a soft core porn novel. On eight previous attempts he was thwarted, bouncing to the ground in humiliation.
Now he had had a nutritious breakfast of oatmeal and sausage. He took a jogging leap and flew toward this adversary. Unfortunately, his calculations were thrown off by a gopher hole in his line of attack that threw off his timing. He flew right over the hammock and rolled into his flower bed, all twisted up.
Cecil, his neighbor, looked over the fence and asked if flower garden yoga was a new trend.