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Both shotgun incidents were on bird hunts. The quail hunt was when I was 16. The buckshot incident was during a ptarmigan hunt by snowmobile in 2001. The guy who shot me had the buckshot in his pocket in case he got a shot at a wolf. He wasn't paying attention reloading his gun. We were 44 mikes from a road, and another 80 miles to the nearest clinic. Fortunately there was a remote lodge just a few miles away, and they had. radio-phine. I was evacuated by helicopter. It was 37 degrees below zero. The 7.62 round was sent by a sniper while I was working on the perimeter fence around the base. The round passed between my torso and upper arm and blew the tool bag up in front of me laying on the flatbed of the truck as I was working on something. I was under the truck before the burn on my arm made me realize that I'd been grazed. It was another few seconds before I realized that my rib was busted.

So are God and Satan apparently!

Neither God or Satan want me, so they leave me here with y'all. Both head shots were single shotgun pellets, The first was quail shot through the upper lip and hit a tooth. I had a bald spot in my moustache for a few years until the scar went away. The second was a 000 steel buckshot ball (36 caliber, 68 grain) that hit me next to my right eye and tracked along my skull and came to rest against my temporal artery. It never entered the skull. I was over 100 yards from the shooter, so the velocity at impact was really low. I was blinded in that eye, but over the period of a couple years, my sight came back. I got grazed by a 7.62 round between my upper arm and ribs as well. It burnt my upper arm like a branding iron and shattered a rib, lacerating my lung with bone fragments. I was back to light duty within two weeks. I cut my right thumb open to the bone and full length just picking up a heavy truck tire iron that had been beaten with a sledge hammer and had a mushroomed end. It was as sharp as a razor. I didn't even feel it. The only way I knew was the blood everywhere and the cool breeze on my thumb bone. The thumb had to be splinted immobile for weeks to heal because if I curled it, the cut would splay open like a butterfly opening its wings.

Wow! That's crazy Hunstster, I'm glad you're still with us.

If you dig in to those sightings, i think you'll find none are for any real length of time and none are much more but a fleeting glimpse and/or obstructed. I don't think these things go through the length of time they have 'not existing' if posing for pictures and by that i obviously don't mean literally, but just in general, you don't get too many reports of them that give the opportunity for good pics. They do occur but they're not common, and appear only when they've made a pretty bad mistake which has led to exposure. Camoflauge > Retreat appear to be the go to for these things and one thing that i think that doesn't get anywhere near enough emphasised when we talk about researchers taking pics, unless the researcher who has the sighting has seen one before, the shock that would come of what would be conformation would outweigh the 'quick let me grab a camera' mentality all day, every day. Add in the mixer the thinking of potential danger and uncertainty of the situation and i think it's much more understandable why there are so few, if any, decent pics of these things, PGF aside.

They weren't using kryptonite bullets.

Damn! How are you still alive?

If it breathes and bleeds, it can be killed with an arrow quite efficiently. The problem with archery is long range. Fifty yards is as far as you should attempt. Arrows kill through both massive blood loss and drowning. A double lung shot is a guaranteed killer shot.

Here is some photos we took of the museum a month ago.