6 years ago I went pheasant hunting on a preserve with a client (my buddy)and another guy outside of Colorado Springs. I have never met this other guy before, but my buddy did tell me that he was an experienced hunter. About an hour into our hunt we had a pheasant fly up and come right back on us, we were all standing in a line about 30-40 feet apart. This guy keeps swingging on the bird right toward my buddy. Bang, my friend starts yelling. He got 14 pellets up and down his leg. Thank god he was a crappy shot, because the bird was head level when he shot.

Still a running joke at deer camp in Wisconsin