Bounce back

[Ron Wood]

Well, I guess I might as well add to the stories. As a kid, I was shooting at the hasp on our coal house with my brand new Daisy pump BB gun, don't ask me why. I was about 15 feet away from the hasp and the BB came back and hit me on the forehead dead center between the eyes. Many years later in Germany, we were firing annual qualification with the .45. We had finished firing and had about 1/2 box of ammo left so we decided to burn it up. I loaded up a magazine, walked to about 20 feet of the man-sized silhouette target about 10 feet in front of a dirt bank backstop, and proceeded to rip off as fast a group as I could. Grouped pretty well, and as I removed the mag and cleared the weapon, I looked down at my feet and still spinning like a top between my boots was a nearly perfect .45 bullet, hardly a mark on it other than very light rifling grooves. Still can't figure that one out.
I'm kind of like Thor, it's a wonder I survived my younger years.