My mate and I bunked off school to do some shooting on his farm. Normally I wore some kind of green overalls for shooting but this day I was of course wearing my school trousers.

Through lamping I had developed the habit of clocking my Chinesium break barrel air rifle one handed by bracing the gun against my leg. This allowed me to keep the lamp in the other hand instead of having to put it down in cow shit. This worked well in my shooting overalls, which were made of a thick, rough fabric. Not so much in my school trousers which were pretty slippery. The butt of the gun slipped just as the catch was about to engage, and the power of the spring immediately closed the gun, slamming the end of the stock square into my bollocks. My mate still enjoys reminding me of that day.