"When someone points the muzzle of their weapon at you. Not necessarily on purpose, but sweeping it over you as they turn, or something like that."
Dasmi: that is precicely what happened in the death of a good friend of mine many years ago. At 15, my father allowed me to go on a dove hunt with a group of my friends. I was really uncomfortable, it turned out, with the lack of field safety discipline by a couple of guys in the party, and I begged-off when I was invited again the next weekend. Sadly, my friend Jerry G. was fatally shot that day. Someone nearby, finger on the trigger, safety off, shell in the chamber, barrell pointing here and there, looking at the sky...not a bird in sight.