It started off just like any other day going hunting. We were going deer hunting, and I shot a doe down bottom of the hill. And we went down there, gutted it out, started hauling it back up to my truck. And I had told her to put a round in the chamber because there was a bear popping its jaw at us trying to come in on us.
And she’d changed the sling out on her rifle the night before and I should’ve double-checked it. I really should’ve double-checked it, but I didn’t. So, when she went to put her rifle back on her shoulder, the sling came apart on her and from three feet away it put a .243 round 100 grain bullet into my shoulder—bottom of the shoulder, top of the chest, yeah. So, that’s how I ended up getting shot.
I knew I’d been shot. I couldn’t feel my arm. And I remember telling myself I needed to stay calm. So, that’s what I kind of did—tried to keep my heartrate down. Then her cousin immediately started putting—applying pressure onto my shoulder. Every time they moved their hand, my shoulder went gurgly. You could hear the sucking chest wound. I collapsed a lung. Let’s see—collapsed lung, shattered four ribs, broke the collarbone to where they can’t hardly fix it. Yeah, it’s good times. But you can’t look at me now and tell. I’m still very much firearm friendly. Firearms are a tool. They’re only as good or as bad as the person that has them in their hand.
So, Life Flight was only about a half hour helicopter ride to where I was down in Cottage Grove. So, they got in the air, got down into my area. They put two units of blood in me. They said if they would’ve just gotten a regular picture of me, they would’ve thought that I bled out. I was that blueish gray color apparently. Yeah. Yeah, pretty lucky that those guys heard me yelling, and screaming, and fighting the EMT’s.
So, it took the EMT’s 45 minutes to get there roughly—maybe a little bit more. And then, a 45-minute helicopter ride. That was good times. Most expensive helicopter ride I’ve ever taken, and I don’t remember none of it. But I can say that they saved my life, so yeah. Yeah.
Interviewer: Where was your wife throughout all of this?
She was right next to me. While I was sitting there waiting, she was in the front of the ambulance while they were taking me down to where they were airlifting me out. And then, she sat up there at the hospital with me after she got there a few hours later. So, she had to—she took all the guns out—all my guns out of my house and put them up at her dad’s house. That kind of upset me because it wasn’t the guns’ fault. It really wasn’t anybody’s fault that I got hurt.
So, she had taken the—she had put a round in the chamber like I told her to, put it back on safe, and put it on her shoulder. It was an older rifle—made in Belgium. It’s an old Sako. And the firing pin gets pinched by the safety. And it makes it to where when you pull the trigger, it doesn’t do anything. That’s how safeties used to work back then. Nowadays, it’s a two-piece firing pin and it will not—it moves half the firing pin away to where it can’t fire. But you’re talking a rifle that was made back in the ‘50s- ‘60s. Yeah. Yeah, it’s bound to have a few issues. So, I never did blame the rifle. I never blamed her. Yeah, it was just a series of unfortunate events that day.