I think whatever gene my eldest brother has was passed down from my mom's uncle. Famously he managed to shoot his big toe off while cleaning a hunting rifle. They rushed him to the ER, but he absolutely pulped the thing so there wasn't much they could do for him.
Once he got back home someone in his family asked him, quite rightly, how the hell he managed to shoot his toe off cleaning a gun. So he demonstrated the maneuver with his other foot and, hand to God, proceeded to shoot off his other big toe.
So this poor bastard spent his life wobbling around like one of those inflatable punching clowns because he'd managed to shoot off both of his big toes. You'd think that would sour him on guns, but it didn't, he kept hunting until the end and that's how he met his demise.
He managed to LIGHT HIMSELF ON FIRE while trying to light a propane heater in a deer stand and tumbled to the ground, flailing like a screaming, toeless comet. That was poor Arthur's last stupid mistake.
The last mistake was so notable there was some news coverage of it. Sadly they don't mention his missing toes. nbcnews.com/id/wbna45178682
The midwest is fucking wild, folks.

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