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In 1988 I was involved in a duck hunting accident, wherein a shotgun exploded, taking off the ends of two fingers of my left hand. Prior to the trip, I had made an error in sorting shells at home and unknowingly put a 20-gauge shell (a rare red 20-gauge shell, in case mentioning that makes me appear less careless) into a box with 12-gauge shells. In the duck blind the small shell found its way into the 12-gauge chamber first, and a big shell went in behind it. You know the rest. After the accident, my hunting partners took me to the hospital in a nearby small town where the nurses insisted I ride from the truck to the examination room in a wheelchair.
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