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I thought I had already.

Shot by my careless friends as I approached thru the slough from duckhunting at dusk whilst they were firing off the marlin .22 in my direction not knowing I was wading in earlier than usual. I should have been on my spot waiting for pickup in the swamp.

The bullet entered my ear. Docs surgically removed it and stitched up the damage. I still have a fair amount of tinninitus.

I'm just glad they weren't shooting off the Ruger Number One in .338 that was in the gun rack by the front door of our stilt camphouse. Sadly, the guy who shot me was killed while low flying at that very duck/deer camp a few years later. He also shot himself in the leg quick drawing his .41 mag wheelgun.....at the same camp in the interim. Some folks just come into this world in trouble already.

He was one of my best friends ever....even though he shot me..lol

I went by the old camp down in the Delta 2 months ago. His family had sold it to the Fed Wildlife folks after he was killed there. In Mississippi, it's amazing how quick nature takes back over. After wading thru cottonmouth and gator infested swamps while my wife was in near panic mode wating on the levee...all I could find left of our old camp was a few brick pilings and the swamp had simply swallowed the rest.