My dumbest accident took place when 18. Creeping down the back roads of rural Sonoma County CA in mid winter 1970 looking for deer on the road. I was behind the wheel of a 1950 Chevy PU. I had a six volt spot light in my left hand shining out the window while steering. My best friend was standing on the bed with my Winchester Model 97, 20 inch barrel, loaded with "00". I also had a Model 1911 that used to belong to the US Army. It got pretty cold and we were tired so we decided to make it back to the farm. Ward got in the cab and sat next to where I had the Colt, cocked and locked. I guess he put his hand down at about the time we hit a bump in the road becuast that Colt discharged, tore the knee of my jeans, exited through the firewall and then the side of the hood, leaving gaping hole that was sort of a hole and a tear. The bullet must have passed through at an oblique angle to the radius of the hood. Anyway, we stopped while the dust cleared and the odor of **** disipated. It was real quite driving home the rest of the way.
A couple of months later, we were pulled over by an ancient CHP officer for some minor infraction. The officer was pretty salty, He looked over the truck. Looked us over, ordered us out of the truck, stuck his finger into the bullet hole on the hood and said, "I bet you boys had to pay extra for that!"