It isn't really my story to tell; but I'll do it anyway. My brother once shared a hospital room with a farmer. The two of them were having a bit of plastic surgery done. The farmer's was rather extensive. Now, I'm not making fun of the farmer - far from it. In fact, this is pretty much the way he, himself, told the tale of how he became injured:

It seems he had been having a lot of problems with a hawk that kept swooping down and killing (if not simply scaring the hell out of) his chickens. Because of this, it became his habit to keep his shotgun close at hand in case he might get a clear shot at the culprit.

One morning the farmer was slopping the hogs when curiosity got the best of one of the porcine group. The next thing the farmer knew, the hog was nudging the trigger of the shotgun with his snout and thus...the pig shot the farmer!