Testosterone, Chickens, and Guns
2004 Honorable Mention
Confirmed True by Darwin
(10 December 2004, Washington) Not far from the Eastern Washington State
Hospital for the mentally handicapped, Zach, an 18-year-old "A" student in
gun safety classes, decided to impress his girlfriend with his coyote
hunting skills. He needed a live chicken as bait. So, girlfriend in one
hand and .22 caliber rifle in the other, he entered the butchering barn
where carefree chickens roamed.
Confirmed True by Darwin
You never know how mixing testosterone, chickens, and guns will turn out. There are so many variables.
Zach swung the rifle at a fluttering fowl, but the rafters got in the way. The gun butt hit the ceiling and discharged, sending a bullet into his right forearm and out the elbow. He didn't realize he had shot himself until he noticed his right hand twitching, and took his coat off for a closer look.
Zach shared the lesson he learned: "To know you shot yourself and came close to dying, it's a pretty scary deal. You've gotta be careful with guns."
