An Army friend of mine was hunting flooded timber near Memphis. For some reason they set upon opposite sites of the pond. Birds dropped in, and my friend's brother shot at the ducks, forgetting that his bro was on the other side of the pond. Shots covered my friend, but the duck jacket covered everything except his hands. Net result - 8 or 9 pellets in the back of his hand, which he carried until his death last year. Many pellets in the shotgun stock, except where his hand was.
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