Seems he’d made his own gun. Gone off into the woods with it, together with his dog. Poaching apparently. But, whatever the reason, he’d rested his homemade weapon on the ground beside him. Pointing, presumably, at his leg. Or at least it was when his dog inadvertently discharged it. He’d laid there several days before being found, and consequently had to have leg amputated below the knee. But it didn’t end there. Not sure what he made of hospital food, but I’d be fairly certain it was better than the stuff you’d find in prison. Which is where he ended up when eventually released from hospital. Not sure about his best friend.
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