I grew up hunting with my dad, I still don't see a problem with it when it's done responsibly, but it's not for me anymore. Anyway, when I was a teenager I brought my younger brother out to kill groundhogs on some farmer's land. We just drove out of the city for a hour or so then stopped when we were in the country enough and asked this guy if we could go shoot his groundhogs.
So my brother and end up prowling around this guy's land with a semi-automatic .22 rifle that had about 15 shots. After a couple of hours or whatever and no groundhogs my brother asks if he can shoot something for fun. I say sure... blast that tree over there. So my brother points in the general direction of the tree and fires the whole clip as fast as he can then we hear this guy yelling WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!?!!
We both kind of shit our pants and figure the best idea would be to head back to the car like nothing happened. As we casually make our way back, the guy who yelled tracked us down. We play dumb. The guy shows us the where inside of his arm has a graze mark on the bicep that looked a bit like a rope burn. The old guy angrily explains how he was shot at in the war but this is different. We should always make sure we're shooting towards the ground so stuff like this doesn't happen! We could have hit his cows!
We apologize profusely and the guy just lets us go. I was freaked and got rid of my guns shortly after. The inside of his arm... pretty darn close to hitting a critical area, think about the timing involved. That's gotta be one of my top 10 luckiest days, a bit like winning the lottery. Anyone else got a true story about weird luck?