I found out how my colleague’s dad shot off his index and middle finger
50 yrs ago he was walking with his pregnant wife and carrying his hammer-lock shotgun. To free his hands in order to help her over a stone wall he put the gun down by holding it by the muzzle and leaning over the wall to place it down. Hammerlock’s are tetchy beasts at the best of time, but placing it down on its butt and against the stone wall was enough to…
…Kablooooie!: The butcher of Wigtown was now short of a few joints of meat.
NZCol – it doesnt count if you stick’em back on again. Sheesh! 😉