Eh? Whad'ja say? Oh, you mean besides the 10dB hearing loss in my right ear when a buddy of mine and me were jump-shooting ducks. We were walking along a stream, like four feet apart when he took a shot. He stopped, I didn't, and his muzzle was right in line with my ear. Blame was evenly distributed in that one.
Other worst was hammer bite from my little Llama .380, sort of a 5/8 scale model of the 1911. Gun's too small for my hammy lunch-hooks. (I called that little gun "My W'il Fwend" long before Al Pacino ever said it in that movie. Carried it everywhere. Hammer bite only occured when I wasn't paying attention to my grippance and holdage on it.)
Close call (I): shooting at tires with a .22, a bullet bounced back and clipped a little branchlet off a sapling next to me. (Don't shoot at tires.)
Close call (II): railroad track. Bullet went right around the web of the track and whined back at me. Heard it, don't know where it went. (Don't shoot at railroad tracks.)
(I) and (II): Couldn't call it smart luck, so it must've been dumb luck.
That business of a .308 in a .270 chamber has happened before (not to me).
And besides a slug through a full-choke bore, I've heard, but can't document, that 3" shells in 2 - 3/4" 12 gauge chambers is bad medicine.
Terry, 230RN