Getting hit with one of those fuckers on my bare flesh when it was 40 degrees outside is probably closest experience I've had to be shot by a gun.
Was a camp counselor one summer at the YMCA in high school, they wouldn’t allow us to play dodgeball with those because another ymca had multiple kids get broken bones from those the previous year.
We played a version of dodgeball called medic. All the same rules but each team had a designated person who could save people. Instead of being out when ur pegged you sat down and waited to be saved by the medic. So of course everyone fired the ball at them first. The first time i had to get stitches in my life was playing medic. So much fun though.
We ended up with these which were foam, and when you threw them they had a serious curve to them. By the end of the summer all of the counselors were Jude Law from Enemy at the Gates with them
Wall ball with a racquetball was way worse than any dodgeball game I ever played. Had welts on my ass that rivaled the peanut butter shot from boot camp.
I was teaching middle school, and they were playing dodgeball in gym. A couple of kids were like "Hey, you should come up and play!" Bad idea. Once in the game, you go in the zone. I was whipping those Gator Skin balls left and right, pegging kids, when someone lobbed a weak one at me, which I caught, and as I pivoted to whip it at another kid, the nerdy girl in class, Brittney, was walking dejectedly to the side after just getting out. I caught her right in the glasses. I swear her feet shot straight up in the air. Immediate tears. I felt so bad having to see her in class next period. Thankfully, I didn't, because she was still in the nurse's office.
Dove hunting it’s pretty common. Shot goes up, and shot comes down. It doesn’t even really require carelessness. You’re far enough away that it’s just gravity bringing it down.
Guy I know was hunting with a friend and the friend tripped down. Safety wasn't on and the gun went off. Luckily it didn't hit anyone.
Was 23 the other day, but sunny so when I went out in shorts and a shirt, I legit thought “damn, nice day today!”
I remember growing up in the northwest and the first spring day when it would be sunny but still only like 60 out thinking how that would be wash the car weather. Now that feels like Antarctica to me
As soon as it’s 40 and sunny I’m out like it’s 85 at the beach. Yet when I go back home to visit family, if it’s below 60 I have the fireplace on so