When the four of us decided to go camping/fishing/shooting/hospitaling
during our summer vacation, who could object? The call of the wild was
in our blood, and except for a bullet through the hand, we had a great time!

Dave (shooter and victim), Bruce (barefoot), John and the other Dave, me, taking the picture.

The calm before the storm. When evening fell
and our campfire flamed, the glaring eyes of a who
knows what on the other side of the river provoked
the handgun. Was it a coyote or ghost of an old Indian?
We'll never know. After shooting into the blackness,
the gun discharged while trying to unload it,
sending a bullet through the hand and our fastest
vehicle to the nearest hospital miles away.
A real downer, but it made for some great
male bonding!