I think at some point in time most of us on here have hacked up or cut ourselves in some fashion with an axe or hatchet. I grazed myself pretty good earlier this year across the thumb while I was at my wood splitting area. I got the bleeding to stop finally, but every time I had to flex my thumb to hold or move something I would open it back up. I finally held down the chunk of skin with a couple bandaids wrapped over each other. Crude for sure, but it's all I had sitting around. Not to hijack the thread or anything here....but since we're talking about first aid kits in trucks, let me share a story. Years back a buddy of mine wanted me to go to the range with him to help sight in his shotgun and muzzleloader for the upcoming dear season. I grabbed my spotting scope and a couple of my rifles and away we went. We get there and it's literally elbow to elbow with other hunters sighting in. We grabbed the first bench that opened up. Then they called for a break so people could replace their targets. We hustle down and staple up a couple targets. So after the break was over my friend Mark decided he wants to sight in his Mossberg first and goes at it. I'm looking through my spotting scope and he's hitting very close to the center X, so no problems there. He blasts away a handful more and then decides it's time to switch off to the Knight muzzleloader. Now the knight had been completely broken down weeks prior so he knew he was gonna be way off the first couple shots. As expected, he wasn't even hitting paper, but I could see where his shot were hitting on the berm so I walked him in. Once he got on paper I dialed up the magnification on the scope so all I could see was his target. Satisfied with his results he starts reloading, only this time they yell for a range break again. So we go down and staple up new targets and walk back, meanwhile we're sitting there, these two older gents were still doing their thing downrange. They get back up to the bench they were at and the live fire order is issued. So I'm looking through my scope and I hear BOOOOOMMM!!! Way louder than any shot he sent downrange before! "You didn't even land on the paper" I said. He says back to me: go to my truck and get my first aid kit. With that, I look up and the guys got blood trickling down his face. I hurried up and got his kit for him and helped patch him up. After he was cleaned up we both sat back down and another break was called. So we're both sitting there like lumps because he hadn't even punched any holes in the new targets that were stapled up, so there was no sense in even going down there. They call live fire once again and everyone starts blasting away. I hear him say: hey, have you seen my ramrod? Me: it's gotta be here somewhere, it might've rolled off the table during all the commotion earlier. So we're looking all over the place for this thing and it's no where to be found. I hear him say "oh s--t, I think I shot it downrange!" Once we started backtracking through his past movements we realized when the break was called for target replacement he had seated his 3 pellets of pyrodex and the bullet and left the rod in, while we went down to replace the shot up paper. We were both still oblivious when he seated his primer and let it rip! It must've been like a 3,000 grain bullet trying to leave the barrel.
