What's odd is that the closest call I've had was at a private range. It was on a nice private muzzle loading gun club range. There were only four of us there at the time, I didn't know the other three people. We had just come back from putting up fresh targets and the person nearest me decided to pop a cap on his percussion gun to clear it. I was at the firing line with my flintlock rifle. The next thing I know a .54 caliber round ball buries itself into the ground one inch from my left foot! The clown had forgotten he'd loaded his gun before going downrange to check his target. I packed up my toys and went home.