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My older brother and I were shooting at tin plate targets tacked onto a styrofoam surfboard propped up against a tree in the woods at our lake house in North Jersey.
I was 10......he was 12.
I was shooting a recurve bow with target arrows and he was shooting a BB gun.
Naturally with the arrows,I had to go up and retrieve them from the target after each set.
So my bro thinks it's funny to fire off a round while I'm yanking arrows out of the target.
Hits me right in the soft part of the hand between the thumb and 1st finger!!
mf'er.............I spin and load an arrow and let it go!
He saw me loading up and ducked behind a tree....................
stuck his head out just a tad to look, as the arrow was just nearing him...........................
dam if that arrow didn't lift up a lock of his hair as it flew on by.
We just looked at each other and said Oh S***!...............
and swore never to screw around like that again.................
yeah right........
still have the scar.
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