Was that SuperHog you were shooting at? How many bullets bounced off him anyhow?
Ringtone... many moons ago, some knucklehead horned his way in on a hunt (which a buddy of mine and I went on). I grumbled at my buddy for caving in and letting him come (he's a safety risk... by nature), and told him, do NOT give that boy a LOADED gun!! Dipchit shows up, borrows a .30-30 lever action from my buddy. We give him the whole safety pitch and make him demonstrate to us what we'd just taught him. My buddy gives him bullets and I'm still telling him to NOT give that boy a LOADED gun!
Long story/short... dipchit trips while stepping over a log (round chambered, hammer back, safety off, and booger-hook inside the trigger guard) (yes, exact opposite of what we'd told him to do). We'd split up and were all in different parts of an area. My buddy and I hear the report, look at each other from where we'd set up (and made mutual eye contact). I'm rolling my eyes, he's got that "we'd better check on him" look. So, we pair up and go find dipchit. He's wandering back towards us, tripping blood from his booger-hook, and with that look of stupidity on his face. Thankfully, he didn't blow his foot up, just the soil next to it. The trigger guard bloodied his booger-hook with the recoil. My buddy looks at me and says: I know, I know... do NOT give that boy a LOADED gun!!
Later in the afternoon, we were all done for the day, and being young/itchy to shoot, I decide I'm going to test myself with my .30-06 across a cut, towards an opposing ridge. Dipchit marches right up next to my muzzle and tells me to go ahead and shoot... after repeated warnings to step back from alongside my muzzle (which he refuses to do), I let 'er rip. Dipchit smiles and announces that he can hear the bullet whistling across, refuses to believe it when I tell him his ears are ringing, and says "do it again !!!" Who am I to disappoint? I let 'er rip a second time.
Dipchit never learned of another hunt, until AFTER we got back.
