On a camping trip...
... with the scouts...

Sitting around the final embers of a campfire on a cool misty morning, drinking tea, and enjoying the last warmth from the coals while we waited for the bus to come get us. I stood up, wandered away from the rest of the group to have one last look around the site to make sure we hadn't left anything behind.

I got a few paces when I was thrown forward by an enormous explosion behind me.
I got up to see the sight of all my mates, some still sitting on their seats, some with cups still in hand but most lying on their backs. A few were frantically patting out little ember fires on their clothes and in their hair.

Me? I walked back unharmed, to find a clean, polished, completely flat baked bean can embedded in the tree that I had been leaning against. The deadly heinz powered, razor sharp ninja throwing star had passed through roughly where my neck had been moments before.

Someone - who never owned up - had decided to put a full unopened tin in the fire, presumably to see what would happen and maybe spray his friends with beans for a bit of a laugh.

I had nightmares about it for years.
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True story.
TLDR: Nearly got decapitated by a bean can.
( gp_guineapig, Tue 20 May 2014, 20:26, Reply)