I'm sure we all have had experiences in our youth that we are glad we survived. I experienced first hand, how easy it is to have a muzzleloading shotgun discharge. I owned an old 1940 GMC truck that was my pride, and joy. I also had a daschound cross that went everywhere with me. I was shooting ground squirrels, in my dads back field, with the shortened Navy Arms upland 12 gauge, and had returned to the truck with it loaded. Instead of shooting the charges out of it, then, and there, I decided to take it back to the house and shoot it there. I arrived in my parents back yard, and stepped out of the truck. The gun was butt down on the floorboards, with the barrels pointed upwards. I nudged the dog around the barrels, and reached in to pick her up off the seat. She decided she new better, and jump into the floor on the passengers side, and, dodged around the butt of the shotgun, knocking it over, towards me. I saw it coming, and was too far away to grab it, so I dove for cover behind the truck cab. The gun slid out of the cab barrel first, and snagged the hammers, that were on half cock on the runningboard. The gun discharged sending it flying back into the cab. The dog never went hunting again, and I never left the field with a loaded gun again. I could have just as easily been shot by my own gun/dog like so many pioneers were.
Hungry Horse