10 days ago when it started snowing like heck I asked my Grandson to come out back to my firepit and help burn some trash. We put some bags on the fire and lite them up. While burning I noticed a bag on the far side of the house so I told grandkid to bring it to me. I slowly placed the bag into the fire and after a moment or two, it started to burn.
I was in Barrow so a kid watching my house must have put the bag there. Not thinking, I'm standing over the fire pit when a bunch of plastic bottles started making all these weird noises and I'm making farting jokes to him. Suddenly there is a big bang and I am thrown onto my back, chest was burning, light headed and sore on my right side. I yell to my Grandson to run to the house, me too. I didn't know if there was a sniper or what.
Turned out somebody threw a live shell into the trash bag and I got hit from two feet away, Once it hit my ribs, it flattened out, thank the good lord.
Moral???? Make sure no live rounds get tossed and burn in a burn barrell, not a pit. My bullet wound still hurts!!!!!!!!!!