This is a true story, happened to me when I was 19 and station in Upstate NY.

It was the middle of january and a buddy of mine and I have cabin fever bad. So I get the bright idea to head out and do some predator hunting, after all there is only 4 feet of snow on the ground and the temp is 19 below zero. So off we go, complete with snowshoes and for some stupid reason I brought 2 of the 3 guns I owned, one being my 06 and the other a .22. Well as you can imagine, me being from southern PA, I never had much use for snow shoes and I fell quite a few times and the last time managed to get snow down the barrels of both my rifles, I opened the bolt on my 06 and handed it to my buddy (Joe) to blow the snow out of, while I did the same to my .22. Mission accomplished he hands the gun back to me and we shuffle on down the trail. After we get set up at our first calling location I look over at Joe and for the life of me it looks like he's wearing red lipstick, now thinking what in gods name is he doing wearing lipstick, when it dawns on me that it must be blood. I ask him if he puts his hand over the barrel and then blew or his lips right on the barrel? He asks why, I said your lips are bleeding and he tells me they burn like hell too. I take a look at the barrel of my 06 and there right on the end are 2 little pieces of lip skin, one on each side of the barrel. OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!