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Harriest predicament you've ever found yourself in while in the woods?
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<blockquote data-quote="BSK" data-source="post: 5281576" data-attributes="member: 17"><p>Wow, I'm amazed at the number of serious injury stories. Just goes to show how dangerous hunting can be, although most of these are freak accidents. Yet do anything enough times and deadly things can happen.</p><p></p><p>Ignoring the times I've been shot at, and sadly there been more than a few, one that really sticks in my mind was an event that occurred the first times I ever went hunting. My mother grew up hunting, but my father never. They were small-town kids from Wisconsin, who because of my dad's time in the Navy, ended up living in California. That's where I grew up, in the endless suburbs at the periphery of the San Francisco Bay Area. My brothers and I all had BB guns and knew some very basic gun safety, but I had never actually seen a real firearm of any kind until we moved to KY when I was 14. Going to the local schools, all the friends I made hunted and fished. They had grown up with guns all their lives and never considered someone who hadn't. They invited me on a dove hunt, and I was thrilled to be asked. One of them lent me a shotgun and off we went. It was a great hunt and I killed my first dove, despite the fact I had never before attempted a wing shot. At the end of the hunt, my best friend and I were walking through the cut cornfield headed back to his car. I was carrying the shotgun by the pistol grip, barrel pointed towards the ground. Unbeknownst to myself, I had my finger on the trigger. As we're walking along talking, eventually the weight of the gun pushed down on my finger until the gun went off. The shotgun kicked straight up and hit me in the armpit, nearly knocking me over. When I regained my senses, I looked down and saw a 6-inch wide, 10-inch deep hole in the ground about an inch from the side of my left foot. I looked up at my friend and he was white as a sheet. Neither of us sad anything for a while until he just said, very flatly, "Never do that again." I just shook my head up and down, "yes," and said nothing. I was so embarrassed by my stupidity that it took me years to tell that story. But from that moment forward, I took gun safety very, very seriously.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BSK, post: 5281576, member: 17"] Wow, I'm amazed at the number of serious injury stories. Just goes to show how dangerous hunting can be, although most of these are freak accidents. Yet do anything enough times and deadly things can happen. Ignoring the times I've been shot at, and sadly there been more than a few, one that really sticks in my mind was an event that occurred the first times I ever went hunting. My mother grew up hunting, but my father never. They were small-town kids from Wisconsin, who because of my dad's time in the Navy, ended up living in California. That's where I grew up, in the endless suburbs at the periphery of the San Francisco Bay Area. My brothers and I all had BB guns and knew some very basic gun safety, but I had never actually seen a real firearm of any kind until we moved to KY when I was 14. Going to the local schools, all the friends I made hunted and fished. They had grown up with guns all their lives and never considered someone who hadn't. They invited me on a dove hunt, and I was thrilled to be asked. One of them lent me a shotgun and off we went. It was a great hunt and I killed my first dove, despite the fact I had never before attempted a wing shot. At the end of the hunt, my best friend and I were walking through the cut cornfield headed back to his car. I was carrying the shotgun by the pistol grip, barrel pointed towards the ground. Unbeknownst to myself, I had my finger on the trigger. As we're walking along talking, eventually the weight of the gun pushed down on my finger until the gun went off. The shotgun kicked straight up and hit me in the armpit, nearly knocking me over. When I regained my senses, I looked down and saw a 6-inch wide, 10-inch deep hole in the ground about an inch from the side of my left foot. I looked up at my friend and he was white as a sheet. Neither of us sad anything for a while until he just said, very flatly, "Never do that again." I just shook my head up and down, "yes," and said nothing. I was so embarrassed by my stupidity that it took me years to tell that story. But from that moment forward, I took gun safety very, very seriously. [/QUOTE]
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