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In all seriousness. My scariest moment was when I was out shooting. I used to shoot at my grandfathers house all the time starting when I was around 8. When I has 16 I was shooting his Sig. We used to shoot at targets stacked around his wood pile. I fired a shot at a pumpkin and the bullet went through and caught the head of a nail on the other side of the pumpkin and ricocheted back. It slowed enough that I could actually see it coming back at me, but it was still way to fast for me to react. It hit the bone around my eye socket just to the right of my eye, maybe 1/4 of an inch. It lodged in there and my grandpa had to pry it out with a knife. I look back and think about how close I was to losing my eye and I get shivers.
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