Kid in my high school, a couple of years behind me, had a very well developed sense of immortality.
He thought he could do anything and everything and it would always work out for him because well, he was him.
He decided to make up some extra special super secret dove loads to shoot through his double barrel.
He just couldn't comprehend that it was something that he did (overload of wrong powder and using a 3" shell in a 2 3/4" chamber, apparently) that caused the gun to blow up and a large chunk of barrel to remove an even larger chunk of his left forearm, leaving him somewhat permanently crippled.
He just couldn't comprehend that it was his fault.
"The gift which I am sending you is called a dog, and is in fact the most precious and valuable possession of mankind" -Theodorus Gaza
Baby Jesus cries when the fat redneck doesn't have military-grade firepower.