I blew the top of my right thumb off when I was 16 with a .22 rifle. I worked on a farm but we were in one of their fields literally nowhere, my thumb was over the barrel as put the rifle down and it kicked going straight into the bone. sprayed my face with blood, my mate thought it had gone through my head.
My thumb was shooting blood like out of a comedy sketch, in days before every kid has a mobile phone, I then wrapped my t-shirt around my hand and rode my bike 4 miles to the nearest doctor, all the time thinking my parents would never find out. Got to Docs, passed out, when I came round they said i needed to go to Casualty, to which I asked if they would send an ambulance, to whcih they replied, no call your parents DOH!!!
My Dad wasn't too bad, but my Mother freaked as she worked at the school I just left and never knew I owned a rifle. I had to have the slug removed from my bone and have physio, which was embarrising as people were learning to walk again etc and I'm there learning to bend my thumb again.
I was really lucky, if I hadn't had my thumb over the end, it would have gone into my head or eye. Looking back though, I think it's amazing I managed to ride so far before passing out, but the fear of my parents finding out kept me going
