I'm looking at a scar on a man's back when the following conversation ensues:
Me: So, how did you get shot?
GSW: Which time?
Me: Heh. Here on your back.
GSW: Oh, we was rabbit huntin' and my friend shot me in the back.
Me: An accident.
GSW: No. He was pissed off. I woulda shot him back, but I already had my rabbit.
Me: Ever been stabbed?
GSW: Just once. Here. (points to neck)