Anon10/19/25, 04:30No.64415684
My crazy, cokehead, Vietnam Vet uncle put me up alone in a deerstand with a .270 when I was about 12, despite my having literally zero training whatsoever.I sat in the cold and wet for (seemingly) hours until I finally made my way back to the random cabin/house of his cokehead buddy we were staying.On the way down out of the stand, I slung the rifle, barrel up over my shoulder and as I made my way about 1/2 down the ladder, it went off behind my head somehow. I thought I had died, and the sound was truly deafening, but I just went back to the house and never said a word. [in crazy uncle and/or dad's voice: Hrrr-drrr, don't be a pussy, you stupid, long-haired faggot!]I still get cold chills thinking about insanely dangerous, stupid, lucky and scary it all was, but that's just how you raised kids in the 80s, I guess :/