Dad Shoots Rat Near Outhouse and Almost Injures Girl

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By Capper's Staff | Mar 27, 2013

I’m not sure if I was eight or nine years old, at the time, before my parents had a bathroom. My habit was to run to the outhouse before I went to school. One morning as I was going out there I saw a big rat at the wood pile near the outhouse. Knowing that morn’s chicks were disappearing I ran back to tell my dad of the rat. He, thinking I stayed in the house, went and got the gun. I and the dog returned to the outhouse. Well, dad shot the rat. I thought, “My that sounded close,” so I looked at my arm to see if it was bleeding. All seemed well until I got up. The bullet fell from my lap. It had glanced off, and went thru the side of the outhouse into my lap, but didn’t hurt anything. So child like I was, picked up the bullet in my hand, went in the house and told morn that dad shot me. Well dad and morn turned white and nearly fainted as I skipped happily to school. Years later I realized it could have been death.

I was lucky. Guess an Angel watched over me.

Name Withheld
Sarasota, Florida

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