I'll have to be honest here and say that I grew up a city boy. My first experience with hunting came when I was almost 30. I spent a weekend squirrel hunting and the squirrels are still laughing. Luckily I came home without without additional holes in my body and i have not been back behind a gun since.
Two hunters were walking through the woods. one of them fell down and grabbed his chest like he was in great pain. His friend had a cell phone with him and called 911. He said, I need help, i think my friend is dead. She said calm down I can help! first, make sure your friend is actually dead. The operated waited, and then heard a gun shot. He came back on the phone and said, now what?