when i was 15 my mate had a club in .177. one day while he was laughing at something i had said he leaned over backwards with the club tucked under his arm. this raised the muzzle until it lined up nicely with my leg. then for some reason to our mutual horror the gun fired and i took a pellet just above the knee. i carried the pellet around for 6 weeks i couldnt tell my parents as they would have taken my mark 3 away. the only way i could move about the house was when my mum was out of the room i was limping so badly. my sister thought it was hilarious. i kept the hole scab free and it gradually came to the surface and i managed to pick it out with a pair of school compasses. it didnt half hurt.