Originally Posted by raymr

I can attest to the idiots. One time when I was around 10 years old, our neighbor and his oldest son came back from hunting in the woods. I wandered over to their house and saw that they had left their rifles on the front porch, presumably (looking back now) planning to clean them. I picked up one of the guns and played with it. I raised it up and aimed it at the old man, who was now pushing his lawn mower around the front yard. It fired and I fell back.

Lucky I was a bad shot, and the loud mower masked the noise. But I caught my thumb on a sharp part of the gun and started bleeding everywhere, which I blamed on falling on a rock. Nobody ever knew what happened until I confessed to his family much later after the old man died. The scar on my thumb is a constant reminder.

This is why I don't own guns.