My lil sis shot a shotgun, my old 20 gauge BOLT action, for the first time one winter. Dad had put out about ten-twelve cans of various sizes on the ground in front of the cob pile, and told her to aim for the middle and see how many she could knock over. The only thing she had shot before was .22.
Did I mention she happened to be standing on some ice?
BOOM, right back on her a$$. We were so shocked that we didn't even have a chance to laugh. She took it like a trooper though. Dad also found out that day that she knew the F word too.
For our FFA we planted some trees and bushes at a local cemetery for our BOAC (building our American communities) project my Jr. year. Since I was in charge, I ended up watering them all that summer and the next. One day of watering a couple of buddies drive by, and then stop to b.s. for a bit, then get out some aiguns and procede to shoot some pop cans they have just finished drinking. When they decide they are through, Larry decides to put his CO2 pistol in his pants, in the front.
With his FINGER on the TRIGGER.
POOF!
His eyes grew to about three times their normal size as he stood there frozen. "Holy s&!*!" Shauwn says, "Didja shoot your dick off?!"
Larry pulls his pistol out REALLLL SLOWWW, then removes his off hand that he used to hold his pants open with. A pellet is lodged in his thumb nail on his left hand. Right up untill he saw that, he thought that maybe he HAD shot his dick off.
That was one lesson learned that NO ONE there ever forgot.