I was about 9 at the time. We hunted in West Virginia out side of Webster Springs. I used a 30-30 at the time. We hunted all day with no luck. As we pulled in the drive way we saw a deer on the bank. My grandpa always had a 7mm he loved that gun. So we got out of the truck my dad went to go get my gun out of the back. Well grandpa told me to use his gun. I got the deer in the sights grandpa took it off safety. As soon as I shot I heard my dad start to yell NO!!!. Well by this time I am on the ground. The scope hit me in the eye. The gun dropped to the ground. Broke off some wood on the stock. Cracked the scope. An I couldn't use my arm for two months. My dad was vary upset at my grandpa. All he could do is laugh the hole time. Well i got the deer a small 6pt. He passed away about 6 years ago an the gun was left to me. My dad thinks it is the funnist thing he has ever seen in the field.