I live in a somewhat rural part of Oregon, and as ya’ll, er, you all might guess, I’ve read some pretty interesting stories in the local newspaper. Once, one kid killed himself shooting at giant centipedes with his .22, one of the bullets hit a small rock, ricocheted up, and hit him in the head. Another time I read about two kids from Gaston, OR who were playing get this, “Combat”. They both had .22 rifles and were at opposite ends of a cow field, shooting real close to each other, to see what it was like to be in combat and be shot at. You guessed it, one of them accidentally shot the other dead.
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