LMAO!
The adage of "It's all fun and games till somone gets hurt" comes to mind here. It sucks, but it does happen every now and then. I've been peppered twice at long-range during dove and quail season (late grandad was the first offender and younger brother was the second offender).
I quit fetching birds after that and had the dogs do it from then on out for the most part. Thank God I had my back to their shooting positions both times and was WAY out of lethal range. It's a hell of a wild sound having birdshot whistle through the grass all around you and then feeling something smack your coveralls...
I belive it was the first time I profusely used the "F" word and a slew of other 4-letter words in poetic combination in front of my grandad and bro.
