I once was in the Blue mountains, and sneaked round a corner with my Swedish Mauser, and a black deer stood up and stared at me from three metres away. I had my rifle pointed in his direction as it happened except I couldnt shoot him. I had my thumb stuck in between the half closed bolt and the scope - I couldn't close the bolt and I couldn't get my thumb out either. We looked at each other for quite a while, while I struggled and wriggled. The deer came over and actually gave me a hand, but neither of us could figure it out.
As soon as it left, my thumb came out like it was nothing. Now you get a scoped Mauser and try to jam it with your thumb on purpose. It's impossible.
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