I had a girlfriend who went out bunnie hunting with her dad and came back limping with pellets in her leg. He was kinda freaked but in a few days we were laughing about him leading her too much.
My uncle went pheasant hunting one year. He was holding his gun while attempting to shake someone's hand that he just met. It slipped, the safety got knocked off, and the trigger caught on one of the buckles on his fancy hunting vest. My uncle lost the two little toes on one foot. He quotes himself as "Nice to meet you." BANG!!! "I hope that really impressed you, 'cause it hurts like hell."
Were they hunting with Jimmy Carter? Just wondering since he DOES have a history with bunny rabbits......