When I was about 12 me and dad was hunting what he called "Lamarion WMA" Not sure what it is called now, but I had a Model 94 .30-30 and was playing with the hammer and dad had done got on to me about it, so I had taking off the old leather deer head sling and was playing with it, once again dad got on to me. Well I went back to playing with the hammer, but I accidentally cocked all the way back so I decided I would just leave it so dad wouldn't know I was playing with it, well I dozed off and I had two does wake me up, they had walked about ten yards from me and then spooked, well that spooked me and I jumped and the gun went off straight up in the air. Dad was about 30 feet to my left and sorta out of sight but he could still se me. Well when he found out what had happened he whooped the piss out of me with that gun sling. The next two days he gave me two shells and I wasn't allowed to chamber one unless I seen a deer.