curling said:Wanna hear another one. One time we were shooting doves out of the back of the truck. And I ran out of shells. I found this box of 3 inch magnum shells. So I put in 5(we don't use no stinking plugs) Anyway, we were downing beer and a couple of doves went by so I shot at em. The dang gun kicked me so hard I fell backwards over the tailgate. Not to miss the doves I was still pulling the trigger as a fell towards the ground with blast going right over my friends ear. He is laughing hysterically saying I am deaf I am deaf and I am on the ground in pain laughing my ass off, saying "did I get em?"
that ain't shit.
My best friend used to get his dad to take us "rabbit spotting". Rabbit spotting is driving slowly down this trails in the woods - which are not even dirt roads. They are more like logging trails. You drive down them slowly in the middle of the night and rabbits jump out in front of you in the headlights. You have a guy standing in the back of the pickup, leaning over the cab and shooting them when they jump out. Which is easy as fuck. One night we were teetotaled bad. My friend's dad was driving his truck and my dumb ass friend had slow as hell reaction time at that stage. We were leaning over, waiting for something to hop out the side of the trail into the lights when the truck hit a pot hole. My dumb ass friend fell chin down on the cab of the truck jarring him senseless. His next reaction was to grab his chin with both hands. Big mistake because he still had his finger in the trigger guard of the shotgun. To make a long story short, the gun went off, straight down into the hood of the truck. Our asses walked back home. Sober. And his dad ended up putting about $4000 into that truck engine just to get it running again.