As a teenager, a couple of buddies and I were shooting blackbirds out of rice fields while driving along gravel field roads. It was my turn to shoot so while I was standing in the pickup bed, the driver decided it was time to shift gears and pop the clutch while doing it. I fell out at about 30 mph and landed flat on my back. I was carrying a brand new 870 Wingmaster and I made sure I held it high. It survived unscathed however my back wasn’t so fortunate.
Oh crap! that hurts me just thinking about it. Now I know why you're Skinner.
