Ice storm of 98'. Power hadn't been on for a week at this point and 7 days of cold showers and no tv is enough to drive any man crazy. Friends come get me for some shooting. Well I don't know if anyone remembers that storm but it had snowed about 3 feets and with the drifts it was about 5 feet in my back yard, then about 10 inches of ice. Friends I I raided the our friend's alchoholic fathers recycle bin, we found one of those little tiny liquer bottles, after a long day of shooting noone could hit it. Finally I made a bet for 50 bucks I could hit it in one shot with my beretta 380, it was about 30-35 yards away with heavy winds. They took the bet, I started messing around and playing with stances, slipped, flew backwards into the air, gun went off, I feel through the ice and down into it about 3 feet and all I remember was that my ankle was hurting bad. I started screaming that I had shot myself, finally got the strengh to climb out of the hole and realized the reason my friends werent helping me was because they were still in awe that I hit the bottle while flying through mid air.
Of course if I hadn't been crying like a little girl because I thought I had been hit, then I MIGHT have been able to act like I hit it on purpose like that.