When I was a kid, I was rabbit hunting with a single shot .410, I came around the corner of an old barn and there was a rabbit, maybe 10 feet from me. I shot and missed -- I imagine at that close range I didn't have much of a pattern. I took off at a sprint right behind the rabbit, took hold of my gun by the barrel, and attempted to whack it. I missed and broke the stock off my shotgun. I was too young to appreciate the existential ramifications.