About 7 years ago I was hunting a swampy area located on a local garlic farm. I had hunted until it was begining to get dark and decided to walk back through an open field to the barns.
The field I was in was at the bottom of large hill and had a small pond between myself and the top of the hill. As a result of the overcast weather the light was fading fast.
Suddenly I hear shot..then a quick smack...and finally a slug traveling through the air right past my position. The slug finally hit a rocky outcropping right behind me.
I quickly dropped down and crawled behind the only small tree that was in the field. Next thing I know the whole scene repeated itself.

To make a long story short...some of the kidsthat worked onthe farm decided that they wanted to take a few shots into the pond with their slug guns at the end of the day. What I heard was the remnants of the twisted slugs as they were ricocheting off the surface of the pond and flying past my head....