How many of you done something stupid?

[Glocker]

How many of you done something stupid with your guns? Hey, we are all human and we make mistakes, right? The most stupid thing I've done was one day me and my wife went out to pick up our checks, pay bills, shop ect... all day long I was packing a empty gun. There was another time I went all day without a mag in my gun. :o

[OH25shooter]

I must say I've never done anything like that. But, I did respond to an early morning house burglary call with another officer who forgot his duty gun. This was around 10 am. Luckly, the call was false. But, for the past three hours this other officer was working a marked cruiser without his gun in his holster. How an officer can forget his duty gun is beyond me.:eek:Now that's stupid!

[1911 guy]

Alrighty then, I'll be your first to 'fess up. My most recent (thankfully all non boom related) was a few weeks ago. Running errands, saw no need to wear anything other than my coat over my pistol since I didn't plan on taking my coat off until I got home. But... while shopping for the wife's Christmas presents I run into a friend who wants to go into a nearby coffee joint for a cup of joe. I got kinda warm drinking coffee in a heated building wearing my coat.

[NavyLT]

My wife took a shot at me with her 9mm slide. She had finished cleaning the gun and put it back together. She wasn't pointing it right at me, but in my general direction (unloaded, no magazine in, of course). She pulled the slide back and let go to check the operation. She forgot to return the take-down lever to the normal position and the slide springs right off the front of the gun and into my lap. :uhoh: She swears it was an "accident" :scrutiny:

[shooter1]

Navy,
Your wife cleans her own guns!!:eek: Good for you!!:D
str1

[Boom-stick]

I watched my great uncle pretend to shoot my Aunt with a .22 rifle, only to have it discharge when he put down popping a hole in the ceiling coving, she was pi$$ed when she thought it was un-loaded, after it went off I don't think she spoke to him for a month!!!

They've both passed away now so it's now a well told family story.

[AirForceShooter]

everybody has done something stupid.
I won't list all my stupid human tricks.
the list would exceed your bandwidth.

AFS

[shermacman]

Several years ago, I was zeroing in a rifle at the range with some buddies and we ran out of 30-06 ammo. My bad, I hopped in the truck, Wally World is only five miles away and bought a couple of boxes. Made it safely back to the range, hopped out of the truck and realized my Colt 1911 was strapped securely to my hip. Which is where it had been the entire trip.

No, open carry in Massachusetts is not legal...

[Oldnamvet]

In 1972, needing money, I sold my python for $125 and my pre-64 M70 (.264 mag) for $110.:banghead: Now that was stupid. A year later, my Ithaca M37 20 ga. went for $125. Didn't learn from the first time. Still stupid.:banghead:

[BozemanMT]

Several years ago, I was zeroing in a rifle at the range with some buddies and we ran out of 30-06 ammo. My bad, I hopped in the truck, Wally World is only five miles away and bought a couple of boxes. Made it safely back to the range, hopped out of the truck and realized my Colt 1911 was strapped securely to my hip. Which is where it had been the entire trip.

No, open carry in Massachusetts is not legal...

bahahahahahahahahahah
Now that's funny, bet you had a serious OMG moment.

[shooter1]

But, for the past three hours this other officer was working a marked cruiser without his gun in his holster. How an officer can forget his duty gun is beyond me.Now that's stupid!

Well-----------almost made it to court one morning without my sidearm. Worked allnight the night before and only went home to change uniforms to class A. I carry a different sidearm for dress, I changed my ASP, Spray, and radio over and walked out the door. About halfway to the courthouse, I reached down to check my thumb break, WOW! No gun! Flipped on the blues and made a "U" turn! Went home and picked up my Pro Carry. Still had an 870in the rack and an AR in the trunk tho!!
Felt pretty strange------------!
str1

[Mainsail]

I was down in Oklahoma and took a fellow flight student out to an outdoor area to shoot pistol. He’d never handled a gun before so went over the basic safety routine and then moved the conversation along to features of the particular gun we were going to shoot, my AMT Longslide Hardballer. I chambered a round and flipped the safety up with my thumb and realized that I hadn’t discussed the thumb safety lever. “The gun won’t fire with the safety on” I said and pulled the trigger. BOOM! (and let me tell you, a .45 is freaking loud when you haven’t put your ear muffs on yet) The safety lever sheared off and is still somewhere in Okalahoma (or one of the surrounding states). I was pointing the pistol downrange at the time so no harm from the projectile but I was very disturbed by this turn of events. AMT fixed the gun for free, even overnighted the parts. The gunsmith told me that individually all the parts were “in spec” but they were all at the lower limit of the spec and the combination somehow led to the hammer dropping when it was not supposed to. I’m sure some 1911 expert can comment on this. In retrospect I prolly should have done that demo with the gun unloaded.

[jeepmor]

I shot my brother in the keister with a BB gun when we were kids. Did not break skin, but shot that attitude I was getting right down. Unsafe practice four sure, but he was not so cocky after that, not at all.

I sent a BB into my leg as a kid, didn't penetrate the skin, but still hurt and was a valuable lesson.

Some kids had BB gun fights as kids, they all wore safety glasses (which isn't bad for teenagers) but it was still pretty dumb. I never participated, only heard about it. Now all those folks are avid paintballers. This was actually about the time paintball was in it's infancy. Suspect this is what they would do now, know I would.

jeepmor

[MrTuffPaws]

he he. Shooting buckshot out of my 870 at the range. Had the target out at 10 yards and thought, hey, why not try a round or two from the hip. Boom. Let me tell you, those baffles make an interesting noise when you shoot them. Missed the target completely. Needless to say that was the first and only time I have tried that at a range.

[1 old 0311]

Gonna dry fire my S&W 66. I opened the cylinder, turned it over, and ejected the rounds. Aimed it at the floor and pulled the trigger as I walked into the living room. 5 clicks, and one BOOM(didn't look in the cylinder after ejecting the rounds, one had hung up.) Dog disappears. I think 'holy crap I just shot my dog.' Hole in floor, dog is ok, but to this day, 6 years later, when she sees me with a wheel gun she is GONE:banghead: :banghead: :banghead:

Kevin

[MDG1976]

I shot myself in the foot with a BB gun as a kid to see how bad it would hurt. It hurt bad.

[trickyasafox]

14 years old, was shooting at a crow in the yard. used the deck as a rest, barrel didnt clear the deck but i couldnt tell through the scope. so now there is a hole in the deck where the 22 passed through it:p

[CAPTAIN MIKE]

Married my first wife against the advice of her Mom....Who was Right!

[epijunkie67]

CAPTAIN MIKE wins this thread. You can all go home now.

[MTMilitiaman]

I had an Uncle stupid enough to start messing around with a malfunctioning Mini-14 after half a bottle of Wild Turkey. And I was stupid enough to be not only with him but bending over the rifle studying it intently when he just decided to switch off the safety and pull the trigger. We were in a small trailer, about 8x10 feet, and the rifle had a muzzle brake. The .22 caliber hole an inch away from my left big toe wasn't even the thing that concerned me the most--it was the instant headache, the ringing in my ears that persisted for a day or two, and the fact I couldn't hear out of my right ear for 12 hours or so. I am glad it wasn't permanent, that I didn't have any new holes in me, and you can bet I won't associate so readily with drunk people messing around with firearms.

Other than that I have been stupid enough to touch off a couple 12 gauge bird shot loads with my brother perpendicular to the muzzle when we were out running around chasing Saber Toothed Timber Tigers, but have fortunately never been lax or foolish enough to put a hole through the house, myself, or someone else.

[Working Man]

I had come home from work and changed out of my work slacks and into a
pair of jeans, sat around the house for a while then decided to go to the
store. Locked the doorknob lock behind me, closed the door, reached into
my front pocket for the keys to lock the dead bolt and :what: never took
the keys out of my other pants.

To keep it gun related I was shooting cans on a string as a kid with my BB
gun and decided to set a few on the swing set. The first BB hit below the
can on the crossbar of the swing set and bounced back breaking the back
porch light :uhoh: . I went back to shooting cans on a string.

[Sport45]

Golf balls don't make very good BB gun targets. If you hit them square, I swear the BB comes back faster than it left! (Painful learning experience.)

When I was 11 or 12 my brothers and I found a shotgun shell in the field behind our house. Probably lost by a dove hunter. Anyway, after we had cut the thing open, played with the shot and burned the powder I told the other two that I could pop the primer with my pellet gun. I lay the thing on the edge of our porch and stepped back about 15 feet. They didn't think I could do it. I stood still, took careful aim with my trusty Crosman 760 and let fly with a BB (pellets were too expensive for this). The BB struck true and the primer went off! My elation only lasted the length of time it took for the primer cup to fly back and nail me in the side. (More painful learing experience.) A shotgun primer cup will penetrate a shirt and the burn is not pleasant. I show my kids the scar when I see them heading into Stupidville.

[Mr. Chitlin]

I was BS'iing at the range with a bunch of guys a few years ago. We had shot a match and walked out to the vehicles. I took my 1911 off and set it on the pickup truck hood, put my other stuff in the truck and BS'd until after dark. I drove about 10 miles before I remembered it was on the hood. I slowly stopped, and there it was, still sitting where I left it. The only think I can figure is that the pachmayer rubber grips kind of held it to the hood a little. :what:

[Backfired]

Back in my misspent youth a bunch of guys my age (about 12 to 15 years old) got the bright idea of taping the butt of a 22 round to the end of a BB gun's barrel. The BBs did set off the 22 round but accuracy wasn't too great. Then they decided to try a high powered round (don't remember what caliber). Fortunately, I did convince them that although 22 casing would withstand pressures of being fired in open air, a centerfire cartridge's casing would rupture.

I don't want to bore y'all with another story about a hole in my kitchen ceiling.

[HighVelocity]

One day I discovered that I was carrying 357sig ammo in a gun with a 40S&W barrel in it. :eek: :o

Lesson learned, if you have multiple barrels for the same gun, always compare the ammo in the mag to the stamping on the barrel before you gear up.

[MedGrl]

In my own defense it was my first time ever holding a gun that wasn't a paintball or caps gun. But When my friend was teaching me to shoot we were shooting a 45 semi-auto and I ejected a mag and went to fire more rounds and the firearm didn't discharge. My friend told me to try the slide action again and try firing again. again nothing happened so I put on the saftey and layed the gun down on the table...there was no new mag in the firearm...we just kinda looked at each other and laughed before I put a new mag in and tried again...and would you know...the gun worked perfectly...:D

[Kramer Krazy]

Nearly 20 years ago, a friend of mine knew a guy who had a gun needing some repair work. All my friends knew I was familiar a bit with firearms and was quite mechanical, so he asked if I could check it out. To this day, I have never met the "owner". The 4-inch, nickle-plated, Colt Python was relayed to me through our mutual friend. Upon inspection, I noticed that the serial number had been ground away, making me believe the gun was stolen. I actually tried to buy the gun at a very low amount of money, but when the offer was declined, I ordered the two parts, hand-fitted them into the gun, took it to a local indoor range for test firing, and then returned the gun (for a sizeable amount for parts, labor, and test ammo) to the "owner" through our mutual friend. Needless to say, that was the first, and last, stolen gun I've ever repaired. :banghead:

[realmswalker]

Well i was getting my laundry together to cart it off to the laundry room and I hate using my laundry basket because it's huge. So i had the bright idea of tossing all my clothes into the middle of my bed, taking up the four corners of my sheets, and carting my santa clause like bag of clothes off to the laundry room of my complex.


I get to the room and i put in 2 loads of colors and i grab my sheets to throw in and I notice something kind of heavy. I though it was the bottle of detergent i had thrown in with the clothes so i start unfolding the tangle of sheets about a foot off the ground when the heavy object comes rolling out and clanks onto the floor...my full size HK USP , i believe my eyes were even bigger than this smily face. my first reaction is man, better grab the big ass gun that just fell on the floor . luckily it was late at night and no one else was in the laundry room.


So I grab the gun and attempt to stick it in the waste band of my pants, which are a loose pair of baskteball shorts. The usp is no lighweight gun so my shorts immediately slide about 5 inches down, i was able to hold the gun to my body though before it fell again. I realize then that I am going to have to do my laundry with one hand while i hold my gun in my wasteband with the other. All in all it was an interesting laundry experience. i thought you guys here might get a kick out of this story.


P.S in case you were wondering why i had a gun in my sheets, I'm in law enforcement and in case joe knucklehead wants to come a knocking i keep a gun close, real close.

[Legionnaire]

At the range with a friend. I'm checking the zero on my bolt action, he's plinking with a new 9mm carbine. He asked me if I wanted to try his. "Sure!" says I. So I lay my rifle down ... but not flat. Butt on the bench surface, and the forend on a pile of sandbags I'd been using for a rest, so the barrel is canted upwards about 30 degrees.

I didn't stand up from where I was sitting and, you guessed it. My sight picture was well above my rifle, but the muzzle wasn't. My first shot from the carbine pinged off the very end of the rifle barrel. Fortunately, the angle was acute and no damage done but a small discoloration of the bluing. But I felt pretty stupid. Lesson learned.

In contrast to those stories from guys finding they didn't have a gun when they should have, I once reached for a pen in the left hand pocket of my safari shirt one day while sitting in an environment where firearms were strictly prohibited ... and found my Kel-Tec P32 in that pocket. So small and light I forgot I still had it with me.

[jer1949]

My wife is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be
something akin to "Well, I have out done myself once again." No doubt
you will see this true story chronicled in a Lifetime movie in the near
future. Here goes...

Last weekend I spied something at the pawnshop that tickled my fancy.
(Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought
something really cool for my wife.

The occasion was our 18th anniversary and I was looking for a little
something extra for my sweet girl.

What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Taser gun with
a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a
less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate
an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity
while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be! short lived
with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you
adequate time to retreat to safety.

You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. tattooed assailant, push the
button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle
twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen one of
these things in action, then you're truly missing out--way too cool!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two
AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was
so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin'
directions).

I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create
an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for
effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it
against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity
darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward
to. I did so. Awesome! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud
pop! Yipeeeeee!

I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet to explain
to her what that burn spot on the face of her microwave is.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it
couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, etc. etc.

There I sat in my recliner, my dog looking on intently (trusting little
soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not the dog) and
thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood
target. I must admit I thought about zapping the dog for a fraction of a
second and thought better of it. He is such a sweet pup, after all. But,
if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against
a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am
I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? It seemed reasonable to me at the
time.

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my glasses
perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand,
Taser in the other. The directions said that a one-second burst would
shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to
cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst
would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out
of water.

All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5"
long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and
loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries) thinking to myself, "No
friggin' way!"

Friggin' way - trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.
Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what
followed. I'm sitting there alone, the dog looking on with his head
cocked to one side as to say, "Don't do it buddy," reasoning that a
one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that
bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you
agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the hell
of it. (Note: You know a bad decision is like hindsight-- always 20-20.
It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though
it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya just hate that?)

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and
HOLY*********! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!!

I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door,
picked me up out of that recliner, and then body slammed me on the
carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the
fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking
wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. The
dog was standing over me making sounds I had never heard before, licking
my face, undoubtedly thinking to himself, "Do it again, do it again!"

NOTE: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Taser, one note
of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap
yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if
you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep into your
thigh like yours truly.)

SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time
was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I
had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My glasses were on the TV
across the room. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and
both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up
with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce
or two, I'm pretty sure.

[Legionnaire]

YeeeeeHaaaaw! :D

[CAnnoneer]

I think I'll take the 5th Amendment in this thread.

;)

[Glocker]

jer1949,
That has to be the funniest thing I have ever read, I'm in my office right now laughing so hard there is tears running down my cheecks. Thanks, I needed a good laugh.

[Dollar An Hour]

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and
HOLY*********! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!!

I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door,
picked me up out of that recliner, and then body slammed me on the
carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the
fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking
wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. The
dog was standing over me making sounds I had never heard before, licking
my face, undoubtedly thinking to himself, "Do it again, do it again!"

NOTE: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Taser, one note
of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap
yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if
you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep into your
thigh like yours truly.)

SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time
was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I
had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My glasses were on the TV
across the room. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and
both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up
with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce
or two, I'm pretty sure.

You are one brave, crazy bastard. :D :scrutiny:

[DMSHEPARD]

Anything I could contribute would pale in comparison to the self tazering, the tears are still running down my face.

SHERMACMAN open carry not legal in MA? My Cheif said it was ok but said that in public it would draw too much attention. :confused:

[Frandy]

jeri1949, that is one priceless story... Whewie...

I get close but cannot top it...not weapon related...

Recently I was on a phone call at work and (being both ADD-diagnosed/easily distracted) reached into my desk drawer for my practice Epipenepherin (Epi-pen) injector. Yeah, the dummy/empty/practice one they give you so you can practice giving yourself the injection in your thigh. Of course, I totally forgot (did I mention that I have ADD and am easily distracted?) that just the month before I removed the practice injector from my office desk drawer. Yeah, you got it...the one I picked up was the actual, loaded Epi-pen.

You know what I did, right? Yup, gave myself a "practice" shot in the thigh. I won't bother with the full story. Let me just say that it was both the most stupid thing I've ever done in my life, and one of the most dangerous, self-inflicted things as well. At least I had the good sense to dash downstairs to a trusted colleague's office so she could call the emergency medical team, which then took care of me. It was not pretty. My manager also took me to a medical group after my blood pressure dropped low enough that I was able to function (at least 40 minutes later), where I was monitored for another hour or so and given an EKG.

Lessons learned:


Every gun is loaded.
Epipinepherin is not a recreational drug.
There are many ways to kill yourself. This one, though not messy, would not be an enjoyable way to go.
Do one thing at a time.
Every gun is loaded.


Whatever...:rolleyes:

[Steve F]

What Glocker said:D That was a Scream!:p

[jer1949]

Every gun is loaded.
Epipinepherin is not a recreational drug.
There are many ways to kill yourself. This one, though not messy, would not be an enjoyable way to go.
Do one thing at a time.
Every gun is loaded.
[/LIST]

Whatever...:rolleyes:

Wise words that can readily be used for everday life outside the gun life. The story was scarry and I'm glad you were "mostly" unscathed....

[IlikeSA]

As a police officer, we are asked to participate in exercises using simunitions. These are rounds that are designed to fire in a real pistol or revolver. We "sanitize" everyone first, to assure that there is no live ammunition on anyone. I was to play an Opfor, meaning the bad guy. At this time, I chose a revolver in 38 spec because the other option was a Glock in 9mm, and Im not a Glock fan. We go through one scenario in which I fire one shot. While setting up for the next scenario, I decided to reload my 38. I reached in my pocket in the dim light and pulled out a round, which I tried to load into the revolver. It wouldnt fit. I tried again and again, but it wouldnt slip into the cylinder. I pulled it out and felt the tip of it...which had a hollowpoint :eek: I knew I would get in SOOOO much trouble for having live 9mm ammo in there so I hid it. But it was freaky knowing if I had chosen the Glock 17, the round would have been loaded and shot, because I shot that revolver more. I recovered that round afterwards and have it set aside as the round with someones name on it.

[Andrew S]

Short of the small stuff like trying to shoot an empty mag I dont really have any personal stories to share.

However, a friend of mine asked me how loud the primer is about 3 days ago. I had no idea and told him so. The next time I talked to him the first thing he said is "The primer is LOUD!" I just laughed and said I thought it would be. He said "No you have no idea. I took apart a shot shell and figured I would fire the primer just to see. Everyone ran into my room thinking i shot myself."

He had the brilliant idea to try this indoors....in his bedroom.

[shermacman]

DMShepard
First of all, welcome! From one Mass Whole to another!
Open carry is illegal in Massachusetts with the limited exceptions of hunting. We have even been warned about carrying guns from our cars to the range buildings. Keep them in the box, carrying case, etc.
Stoopid laws, but then my range is 15 minutes from my house, I pass two ammo stores, I can buy a hand gun over the counter in under 15 minutes.
As long as it is not a Glock...(!)

[f4t9r]

How many of you done something stupid?
All of us
With a gun
some of us

[Pietro Beretta]

jer1949, that was a great story!!! Surprised you didn’t crap yourself! At least you know it works!

Now I have a story, not my own but my brothers story.

My older brother was at his friends house they had been drinking like they always do, and for some reason my brother got in a commando mode.... ( pretending to be in some kind of gun battle).

My brother then goes and grabs his friends .22lr rifle, cocks it, and he does a roll on the floor, then fires. "click" (My brother knows that his friend does not keep his weapons loaded)

He does this several times, each time cocking the gun and firing at something else.

He does another roll on the ground, this time pointing the gun at his friend, but for some reason decides to turn around and shoots at his friends 50 gallon salt water fish aquarium.

The gun discharges breaking the aquarium goes through the drywall into the bathroom. The bullet was found right above the toilet barely sticking in the wall.

My brother was pointing at his friends chest, he almost shot him. All of his friends fish died, and if someone was using the bathroom the could have got hit. Very Scary

The only thing they could think of was; since this was a tube loading .22, perhaps the spring was weak and didnt feed the round until all of the rolling on the floor.

To this day we all get nervous when we go shooting with him.

Always live by the NRA safety rules! ALWAYS

[sm]

Married my first wife against the advice of her Mom....Who was Right!

IN my case against the advice of her Dad. Did I mention her dad was one of my shooting pards?

So this brilliant red-head, with 2 Master's in Psych, and "had been published" , asked us two guys about this "Game of Skeet" we were "always participating in".

Her daddy, A MD I might add, did not talk like that, and he wrote numerous texts and the like.

Here comes the Stupid Wife Trick:

"Daddy, how do I do this?"
Just prop the back end of the gun against a boob and slap the trigger

I pass my wife on the way into the club, as she was on the way out. She had met daddy there, and thank goodness she got a call about a patient and had to leave.

I cannot publish what the wife said , and her daddy was being his typical kidding self, he really did not think his daughter would do this. I mean she had seen us shoot.

"Don't think daughter is gonna ever get real attached to shotguns..." :evil:

Hell hath no fury like a red-head with a bruised boob...ewwy!

[DMSHEPARD]

shermacman I live in a very small town to your far west and my chief is pretty laid back. I am also pretty peeved at our handgun buying power, or lack thereof. I did however just pick up a Glock22 that was factory refurbished with, count em! 3 15 round mags!:cool:

[thrilldo higgins]

I SHOT MYSELF IN THE FINGER WITH MY .22 PELLET GUN WHEN I WAS TWELVE. IT WAS THE GUN EQUEVELENT TO GETTING A PROSTATE EXAM STARTING THROUGH MY MOUTH, I WAS A VERY PRIDEFUL BOY.:barf:

[LiTDiE]

a friend of mine was going to clean his pellet rifle, i was sitting across the room watching.

he wasnt paying attention on what he was doing, thinking the rifle was empty.
pulled the trigger and it discharged.

firing across the room and richocetting off a pool cue that i was holding.

had that pool cue not been there. i would of had a rather bad trip to the hospital with a pellet in my, errmmmmmmm, pebbles.:what:

i still have that pool cue to this day.:)

[CraigJS]

I do something stupid all the time! My wife never has though, if you don't believe me just ask her!!:)

[medmo]

I never used to have a semi-auto pistol in the house with a loaded chamber. It was a golden safety rule. So I was really surprised when I picked my Sig 228 up off of the top of the refrigerator and proceeded to shoot a 9mm hole right through the front freezer door and wasting some frozen chickens. My wife also was really surprised and also upset about the freezer door plus the frozen chickens. My son who was around 5 at the time thought it was really cool and wanted me to shoot it again. I forgot to empty the chamber when coming into the house. New rule is no loaded chambers AND loaded magazines in semi-auto pistols in the house. No harm - no foul only because I followed the rule of "pointing in a safe direction".

I felt incredibly stupid and also guilty for harvesting a major appliance without a valid tag.

The only lasting effect of the situation besides the rule change is that sometimes when I'm home alone I look at the oven, microwave and dish washer and have serious temptations of completing a "Major Home Appliance Grand Slam".

[seansean]

I once carried a ruger P89, in a smartcarry, while working out at a very popular gym 1 block from a police station, the point being a lot of cops work out there. I wanted to see if I printed. I didn't. :cool:

[MarshallDodge]

Due to jer1949's story I am writing my stupid report with aching sides:D

I have shot a 9mm in a Sig P226 .40 S&W (a 9mm got into my 40 reloads)

I misread a powder label. Universal Clays is not the same as International Clays. Lucky the only thing that was damaged was a split .45ACP case.

I could have killed a friend. My buddy in college wanted to go trap shooting and brought me his dad's old 1897 Winchester to look at.
Mistake #1: I am not a gunsmith. Mistake #2: I chambered a round indoors and it went off. The only good thing is that I was pointing the gun in a safe direction, the ceiling. I took apart the gun and it was disgusting. After a one hour cleaning session the gun has continued on to give years of good service.

[gm]

...tried the "death hunt" shotgun hold charles bronsen style with a singleshot 10 gauge..that shotgun sat on the ground for nearly a week before I could bring myself to go back in the woods and get it.

[John C]

gm;

What's the "Death Hunt" shotgun hold? Never seen the movie.

-John

[JAB]

Well, I admit i was once an active bb gun fighter, me and a couple of friends used to do this when we were like 12 or 13, we had the one pump rule, cant believe noone ever got hurt.. Ok heres my really stupid story, I was only about 5 or six so thats my exuse. I was in my grandfathers basement, he was on the second floor watching grand ole opera on high volume(thank god). I managed to come up with a .22 lr bullet and a chissel. I eagerly worked away trying to chip the bullet out of the casing, and all of a sudden, BANG!!! I dont know where the bullet went, but i was sitting on the floor with it between my legs so I was very lucky i didnt shoot myself. He never even heard it but i had a guilty conscience for a long, long time.

[kjeff50cal]

While on my aunt's farm (about 20 years ago) I had my own 'shooting range' by a long dead uncle's homestead..... I had an H&R 12ga single shot cut down (ie 18 1/2" barrel with a cut down stock for an overall length of 29"). I shot not one but two 3" magnum buckshot loads at a target 10 yards away from the hip:what: :eek: :eek: :eek: . Through the resultant tears I saw I had hit the target but I walked like Marshall Dillion's side-kick for about a month:uhoh: .

kjeff50cal

[medmo]

This stupid thing I did wasn't with a handgun but I was shooting a rifle like a handgun so it should count. My "buddy" bet me that I couldn't shoot my H&R Handi Rifle 45/70 with a synthetic stock one handed and hold on to the gun. I lost the bet, my pride and almost my trigger finger as the rifle sailed behind me into the dirt. STUPID

[Rpriestlyjr]

Well, I did shoot my brother with a BB gun in the leg. Great shot, he was running. Went down like a sack of potatoes.
But when I was 15 or so I wanted to clean my Nylon 66. So I remove the barrel, then the bolt handle with pliers and the reciever cover and give it a good cleaning. I go to put it back together and can't get the bolt handle back in. I try and try, but it just won't go. So I get just a bit frustrated and try with a hammer. Needled to say, I finally got a new bolt handle and fixed it a couple of years ago (almost 20 years later).
I've been at a dump and have put one of my .22's on a canoe rack (with canoe) and have driven home without it falling off.
I've sprayed a red-hot M60 with WD-40.....FIRE!!!!
I've grabbed a red-hot M60 barrel with my bare hand.....HOTHOTHOT!
And I've had the same M60 cook off a stuck round into my leg when I opened the cover and feed tray (caught the base of the case in my thigh)
All that within one hour. Not fun at the range that day.
Live and Learn.

[mountainclmbr]

You should never grab your gun by mistake when you intended to grab the hair dryer! :D

[JMusic]

I shot my brother too. The second time I had to lead him further. Other stupid things will remain confidential. Happy New Year.
Jim

[Camp David]

Bad thing last year...

I was friends with a neighbor; an older woman whose husband had died a while back... not close friends but I stopped by occiasionally to help her and talk politics with her...she was a good neighbor... I did some housework for her... she called me repeatedly last year in September but my business travel prevented an immediate call back..:mad:

Turns out she sold a few guns to a pawn shop and was offering them to me first... one of the guns was a mint Colt 45LC revolver wrapped in rags that I had seen earlier... turns out pawn shop offered her $100 for it! :uhoh:

Gone was purchased from pawn shop almost immediately! :fire:

Just run me over with a truck!

[Nimitz]

when i was 17 and in highschool I had borrowed my mothers car, we had gone shooting that weekend with the SG's and didnt take them out of the car...me not knowing this drove the car to school and parked on school grounds:uhoh:

so when school lets out I open the back hatch on the tahoe and see 3 870's sitting there in open cases... had a :eek: look on my face...quickly threw my stuff in the car and hauled ass out of there....

I could of been arrested, and expelled, lost my scholarship all over
"Zero Tolerence"

about the dumbest thing I have ever done...even though I hadn't known the guns were in the car.

Chad

[xring44]

Some years ago I was working up around Havre Montana, construction work, I had a few rifles with me and found out about a gun club in the area, I had little time off, but the time I had I wanted to spend at the range, I bought a membership to the club,,very reasonable by the way,,,like $10.00

My first day off I located the range with the help of a map I had recieved on joining the club, I had with me a Mark 5 Weatherby in .257 mag. a favorite .270 and a fine little Kimber Super American in .22 LR
I arrived early, enjoyed the range facilitys, shot to my hearts content, was carrying my rifles in cases to my truck when the man I had bought my membership arrived, I sat my stuff down,,we visited for a spell, I turned and walked off, got in my truck and was almost to Havre when it dawned on me that I had left all of them at the range....drove like he!! the 20 miles back to the range, there was a lot of grining faces when I pulled up, I said, you boys hear about that man who lost his A$$,,that was me.....They assured me my rifles were safe and I would have gotten them back as soon as they could have found out where I was staying...Super nice people up around Havre Montana!!

[Willieboy]

I certainly can qualify for a stupidity award. A couple of weeks ago I changed magazines on two carry guns. The other day, I was installing new grips on one and before doing so, I dropped the magazine. It was empty. So was the chamber. I'd been carrying an empty gun for two weeks. Apparently, when changing magazines, I installed an empty.

Me thinks it may be time to carry a revolver.

[larry_minn]

WEll can't beat most posted here. (thank goodness)
I would comment that treating every gun (in house as KNOWN to be unloaded) or some such is not a good idea.
The only way is for EVERY gun to be loaded. (at least treated that way) I don't care if I am home alone and clean a gun. I WILL check to make sure it is unloaded after I reassemble it and before I test (dry) fire it.
That said I did have one go off in friends basement. (just recalled) He is DANG good shot. He reworked trigger on Hi-standard (old gun) and wanted me to check out trigger pull. As you do not dry fire .22 rimfire I passed. He insisted and grabs a (fired) .22 shell and loads into gun and hands it to me. I make comment "if this thing goes off YOU will have to buy your wife a new washer" Gently touch trigger and BLAM (ears ring and only sound is his wife yelling/screaming and rushing down stairs/ yelling at me who is holding a gun on her washer. Yep he loaded a blank. (homemade useing a primed .22 shell) No damage to washer and I didn't go back over there.

[Nitrogen]

Handed the rangemaster my ACLU Membership card instead of my range membership card... :what: :scrutiny:

[Archie]

No, I don't want to talk about it.

[Big Gay Al]

Other than getting married twice, I can't think of anything stupid I've done with a firearm.

But then my general rule is, any firearm I intend to use for self-defence is ALWAYS loaded. And of course, I just treat every firearm as if it is loaded, whether I "think" it's unloaded or not.

I gotta add though, that trick with the tazer had me me "disabled" with laughter for at least 10 minutes.

:D

[TexasRifleman]

Was carrying my 1911 OWB and forgot to put my jacket on when going in to lunch.

Spent an hour in Chilis sitting with the thing showing to the world.

No one even noticed. I was outside standing by the car when I realized.

Funny that people truly don't notice. I quit worrying about "printing" from that moment on.

[MedGrl]

Was carrying my 1911 OWB and forgot to put my jacket on when going in to lunch.

Spent an hour in Chilis sitting with the thing showing to the world.

No one even noticed. I was outside standing by the car when I realized.

Funny that people truly don't notice. I quit worrying about "printing" from that moment on.

Not to sound like a stupid newbie or anything but...what is "printing"?

[TexasRifleman]

Not to sound like a stupid newbie or anything but...what is "printing"?


Printing is what people that are new to carrying worry about. Everyone thinks that the average joe on the street sees that big lump under their shirt and automatically knows its a gun.

A tight shirt or something "prints" the outline of your concealed gun.

As I said, I no longer worry about it. The sheeple just don't notice.

[Big Gay Al]

Was carrying my 1911 OWB and forgot to put my jacket on when going in to lunch.

Spent an hour in Chilis sitting with the thing showing to the world.

No one even noticed. I was outside standing by the car when I realized.

Funny that people truly don't notice. I quit worrying about "printing" from that moment on.
Unless they've changed the CHL law in Texas, I WOULD worry about printing all the time!!!

But that's just me. ;)

[redneck2]

My stupid move...BB gun wars from childhood. My brother was going thru this phase of being a real jerk. Always wanted to fight, even tho I usually beat him

so, we're in the barn. I had just gotten a spring powered pistol BB gun and I'm carrying it in a holster, western cowboy style. I'm going to the end of a long alley way and he shoots me in the back of the leg with a real high powered BB gun of his own

In my best gunfighter imitation, I wheel around and shoot from the hip. He starts screaming and grabs his face. I hit him right where the bridge of his nose meets his forehead

Needless to say, that was our last BB gun fight

[W Turner]

Oh, where to start.........here's a couple..

I once confused a S&W 686 for a 5-shot revolver. Click, Click, Click, Click, BOOM! is not what you want to hear. Lodged a 125gr. Speer Gold Dot in a post on my front porch after it passed over my dog's head and through an exterior wall.

Tried to assemble a Glock 35 slide and barrel onto a Glock 27 frame.....on purpose. That took a while to fix.

Did some home polishing on the trigger group of a Glock 17 and thought it would really help the trigger to take a little off the back fo the trigger bar. It helped alright....helped make it full-auto. The next IDPA match was VERY interesting through the first stage.

Not gun-related, but I was trimming the fiberglass surround in our bathroom with a Cold Steel XL Voyager with a fully serrated blade and a tanto point. The blade slipped and I ended up going to the ER for 13 stitches that started about 1/2" below my right eye and ended on top of my bottom eyelid. The opthalmologist I saw the next day for a follow up said another 1/16th of an inch and she would have been sewing my eyeball up. I always wear safety glasses now.

Did you know that when you hold the palm of your hand about 6" away from the muzzle of an Airsoft pistol, the pellet has plenty of velocity to sting and bruise your hand? Don't ask.....


W

[Bizzmoff]

...this is my first post, and a good place to confess.

15+ years ago I shot through a car window while sitting inside of it. It was a junk car on private land but still a very stupid act. Glass went all over me and it was pretty loud.

My first .22 semi was a Jennings that would go full-auto after only a few magazines of ammo. No lie, the stupid thing would spray 6-7 rounds in less than half a second. No accuracy though. It has also discharged while loading one into the chamber and nearly hit my foot. It now stays in it's box in the gun safe.

For the longest time I shot 9mm Luger balls, hollow points, and .38 Super +P's out of a Star Model AS. I can't believe I'm not dead. It shot it all and only jammed on the hps. Honest to goodness it shoots the +P's more accurately than the Largos it was designed for. I took that gun to 4 different gun shows looking for help and advice. I got a different story every time.

Also, my mom once shot a hole in her bed because she swore Rossi .38 Specials had half-cocked hammer safeties. My brother and I knew better - we ran and hid in the bathroom :p

[cosine]

Welcome to THR, Bizzmoff!

[CombatArmsUSAF]

Picture this- Me up in front of a full 21 person class teaching the M9 Beretta.

#1- Teaching disassembly and reassembly

#2- Get to the final step of sending the slide forward and function checking

#3- Sending the slide forward and it flying halfway across the classroom

#4- Me trying to regain my composure to finish teaching

PS- I had just finished telling them to make sure that the disassembly lever was back in the upright position.

[PAULIEWALNUTS]

Hello everyone - newcomer to this board and thought I would add a funny dumb thing that I have done. If you saw the original Indiana Jones movie where the SS or Gestapo guy touches the red hot medallion and it burns his hand. I did the exact same thing by grabbing my new Russian SKS barrel after we shot several hundred rounds. Grabbed it by the very tip and had the distinct burn mark of the barrel and front sight on my hand for about a week. Almost as dumb I bought my wife one of those pepper sprays and wanted to test and see how far it shot out. Yep you guessed it. I sprayed and the wind blew it right back into my face. At the time I was wearing hard contact lenses. Pepper spray is not to be messed with. I couldn't see or breath for what seemed like an eternity.

[psychophipps]

I was out shooting my P97DC with a friend who was giving me some pointers as I shot. I had just started the draw, acquire, sights, fire sequence of the session and was doing pretty well for myself. Staying safe, shooting decent and getting speeds of around 3-3.5 seconds from rest to shots downrange from my IWB under a t-shirt.
Then I got a bit cocky and decided to try to really let this draw rip to see how quick I could get it going. I pulled up my shirt, gripped my weapon well, drew it from the holster, started bringing it to bear in Ayoob-approved fashion and promptly put a 185gr Hornady XTP projectile into the ground about four inches in front of my right foot. Man, that would have been messy...
Dan just looked at me with a bland expression and said, "Back to basics?"
Chagrined thoroughly I replied, "Back to basics."

Mark(psycho)Phipps( HAHAHA! )

[Dravur]

Well, one day at a range in the mountians, kind of an informal place to shoot. I was using the back end of my pickup as a workbench and place to stage guns. Well, I was shooting a 10/22 with a carbon barrell and a Fagen stock. Nice gun, but the magazines were jamming.

Well, I was shooting and got to what I thought was the last round. So i took the rifle back to my truck. I actually had the stock off the gun and was working on removing the magazine, when what must have been a ghost or a poltergeist wandered up and tripped the trigger. Well, the gun happened to be pointing right at the cab of my truck. Fortunatly, there was about a dozen or so people there to witness this, otherwise, I might not have been mortified. The .22 cal bullet went through my truck box, rear window and smashed the rear view mirror where it stopped.

I looked around and no one seemed to be watching, so, I quickly loaded up my gear and made a hasty departure, donkey ears flapping in the wind.

Here is a pic of the offending gun. It is still one of my fave 10/22s.

[magnumcarry]

All I'm going to say is I shot my bed the other day. The round went through two matresses and went through a rolled up and bunched up blaket and comforter and come to rest in the box spring part of the bed. After I sh*t myself I made the bed and have made the bed ever sence, wife is proud of me. If she only knew I really shot the bed and I don't want her to see the holes my .40S&W left behind, she would kill me. Oh by the way, me son knows and I have to bribe him on a regular basis.:banghead:

[AJ Dual]

Luckily, I got it all stupidity out of my system with bb guns, air rifles, and model rocketry as a kid.

- Balanced a raw egg on the muzzle crown of my vertically held Daisy Powerline 880, then shot a pellet through it. Messy.

- As a boy, I had seen a book that had a picture of the Krumlauf device for the German Stg44 assault rifle that allowed shooting around corners. I had the brilliant idea I could do the same with my friends Daisy Woodstock bb gun, and a scrap of clear heavy gauge vinyl tubing that had taken a permanent 90 degree bend from the spool it came from. It actually worked pretty well, of course, only until the "mounting system" (my hand) failed, and I shot myself in the thumb point blank.

- Too impatient to wait for shooting to make empties, I was emptying Crossman brand CO2 capsule/canisters (for an even stupider "project" I won't even discuss here...) with a pin. I soon got bored with the slowly hissing capsule that froze, and wanted to release the gas more quickly, so I tried a larger implement, this time, a nail.

The CO2 capsule bounced off the living room window, somehow miraculously failing to shatter it, and then rocketed straight into the wall, making a hole about 6" away from the head of my friend who'd been watching from the couch. I knew that I had to own up to the hole, and that to be plausible, the cover story had to be almost as stupid, or it wouldn't be believed.
So I said that the friend and I were sparring with broomsticks and I parried into the wall. (We survived the super-stupid secret project that the CO2 capsules were for as well.)

- I had several extra "D" model rocket engines, and after all my misuse and misadventures, no rockets to launch them in, so I began lighting them off sans-rocket. The first one I simply laid on the patio spun and hovered about six feet in the air in a most entertaining fashion, making a corkscrew of smoke.

The second I tried, but this time with the cardboard tube peeled off wasn't so great. The molten gunpowder residue that splattered everywhere really burns, and scrubbing the sulfur stains out of my parent's patio with a brick was a chore too...

The third D engine worked in pretty spectacular fashion, because I had stuffed it into a 10' long piece of scrap gas pipe I had found in the garage. It flew straight into the air for about 100 feet before it tumbled, making a twisted little contrail just like a failed NASA launch.

The fourth was put to some "use". I found the pointed half of a replacement rake handle in the garage scrap pile that was left over from some ad-hoc repair my father had effected on his small sailboat. It went into the gas pipe. The D engine went in behind it. The pointed stick went about 150 yards in a beautiful arc like an Olympic javelin throw, right over the tree line where I lost sight of it.

When the leaves fell that fall, I could see where it went. Sticking at a 45 degree angle of a neighbors roof, where it had been impaled all summer. I guess it was in there so tight it didn't leak. :eek:

[foghornl]

I have a stoooopid small game hunting story....

Several of us teen-aged hunters (The Usual Suspects) are out trying to put Rocky Squirrel and/or Roger Rabbit in the game bag. Nothing much happening in the woods that day, so we head back to the cars. Well, it starts raining, and we get to the creek crossover.

The crossover is a couple of large boulders on each side of a 5-strand barb-wire fence going through the creek. I am the last guy, so with the rain and others going over, the rocks are fairly wet and slippery. I pass my gun over, and swing one leg over the fence, and WHOOOPS. I stradle/fall on the top strand, with both feet dangling in the creek. Top stand sags [under my ahem large Physical Presence] onto strand 4...BZZZZT OW! BZZZT OW! BZZZT! OW! Nobody mentioned it was an "ELECTRIC FENCE" BZZZT! OW!

One of the guys finally grabs a large fallen branch, and gives me a shove to get me clear of the fence...but he pushes me strait forward, instead of to the side. Feet clear the water, but my forehead smacks the T-post...So now, I am still getting buzzed, and bleeding profusely from the T-Post shaped dent just above my nose. Finally, I just sort of roll off into the creek.

Now, I have had my battery charged, bleeding like the proverbial stuck pig, and I am soaking wet. And they want ME to ride in the back of Jerry's truck. Something about I am too gross to ride up front......

[Fly320s]

Had my most recent stupid moment yesterday.

I shot myself... with my recoil spring cap from my Kimber (what is that called, anyway). Took it right in the forehead; it left two nice little cuts.

[mordechaianiliewicz]

I was at the range with a newbie (so I looked real good too), and had my Beretta, a Ruger p95, and a range rental Ruger Mk2.

Anyway, we're done shooting, and I still have the Ruger Mk2 loaded. As I lock open the slides on my own pistols as I leave, I'm almost out the door in the range when I open the slide on the Mk2 and out pops a .22 round. I drop the mag, and clear the gun, but not exactly the best of moments.

Because of following the rules of gun safety, I was of course still okay, but not clearing a pistol coming off the range, STUPID!

[tenbase]

Back in the early 90s, I had my first and only ND (knock on wood). A buddy and I were heading back from a shopping trip in town, and I was the passenger in his nearly-new truck. Now, "town" was about an hour drive from where we lived, so we stopped at a quik-e-mart to get some snacks for the road. While waiting for him to return with the goodies, I began dry firing what I had ASSumed to be my empty Glock pistol. As it turned out, it was not empty, but fortunately I had the pistol pointed in a safe direction.

That is, if "safe direction" is defined as "Through the floorboard, right between my feet, while parked at a busy convenience store in the middle of the day."

The truck windows were rolled up and let me tell you, a .45 going off inside the sealed cab of a Ford Ranger is quite freakin' loud. Evidently the Ranger makes a dandy silencer, however, as nobody outside seemed to have noticed. One would have thought a 230 grain Hydra-Shok pulverizing itself on concrete at 850fps would have made a little bit of noise, but what can I say? As I sat there like :uhoh:, there was not a single turned head in the vicinity.

I properly unloaded the weapon, nonchalantly exited the vehicle, and did a quick "extraneous orifice" check, first on myself and then the truck. I determined nothing vital - human or mechanical - was struck, and the damage to the vehicle was insignificant.

Not knowing what else to do, I got back in the truck and lit a cigarette, which served the dual role of calming my nerves and masking the cordite smell. I was chastised for it upon my buddy's return to the vehicle. "Dude, I told you not to smoke in my new truck."

"Sorry, man."

Fortunately the end result was merely a perforated floorboard and a dented ego. Lesson learned.

I never did tell my buddy about it, but I don't feel so bad now, having read some of the other tales in this thread :what:

[Sylvan-Forge]

I have been around firearms my whole life. Never had any problems (well, once with a bb gun when I was 6, and once with a dart pistol when I was 7, but that's another story:)
I qualified Expert in boot, and have carried for years. I would always stick the ammo away when dry firing, and always check the chamber. When I pass a weapon to someone, I drop the mag and lock back the slide. I was "always" safe, until a couple months ago...

I'd taken up a new (and unsafe) procedure for dry fire exersizes by dropping the loaded mag and racking the slide to clear the chamber. and instead of using an empty mag, I'd re-insert the loaded mag, dry-fire, drop the mag out a couple inches, rack slide, verify chamber as it goes into battery, dry-fire, repeat.

This went fine for about a week..
I'm sitting there at my desk in my home office doing some dry fire practice with my 'Darwin Award' winning new protocol while simultaneously surfing the web for some reloading info. I found what I was looking for and went to my garage to grab an old fired case and my calipers, and returned to jot down some notes. Satisfied with what I had found, I started down some other tangent, and while waiting for the page to load-BANG! After some nonsensical and primative yelp, heart banging in my throat, I opened my eyes :what: and witnessed the spider-webbed and blackened screen of my 15" moniter, a smoking hole where the 'go' button should have been displayed-right where I was aiming at least:) and some blue electrical sparks and buzzing-frying sounds-until I reached under and pulled the power cord. I went straight to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt to see if I caught a ricochet and to check my eyes. My face was covered in micro-fine glass particals, but my eyes where okay-pure luck! Needless to say, I'm back to my older and safer ways of dry firing, and I have (once again) been humbled by the consequences of my stupid actions. :banghead:

Bullet fired was a .40SW 150grain Nosler JHP moving around 1000 ft/s- It struck some rather robust steel CRT shrouding at an obtuse angle, making a huge dent and shattering the bullet..I found about 4-5 pieces of jacket material on my desk between me and the moniter.. the distance was about 18" from the muzzle to the screen. No exit wounds found. It looks like the largest glass fragments near the hole got sucked in, and only the lightest powdered glass got ejected towards me.

[Rumble]

Well, not too long ago I found out that if you shoot yourself in the leg with an airsoft from about 6 inches away, it hurts real bad for about 5 minutes.

My Firearm Genius Award moment happened a couple weeks ago, when I got hit with a ricochet from a .357 Magnum round...from my own gun. You see, I was not aware--because I was ignorant--that it's not a great idea to shoot jacketed rounds at metal targets. Nor is it a good idea to do that while standing 15 feet from the target.

But I did these things anyway, because, as I said, I was an ignorant little Firearms Genius. So I aim at the target, I squeeze that trigger, the gun goes BANG, the target goes TINK, and my ribcage goes THUMP. In wide-eyed astonishment, I look down at the ground to see a shiny lump, resting on the ground after plonking against my chest. I pick it up, and it's hot.

And verily, I made a little cheeping noise like a mouse, and packed up for the day.

[dakotasin]

my greatest moment ever: a friend and i were out looking for a likely place to hunt coyotes. suddenly, there was a 'target of opportunity', and no time to swing the rifle into place. i grabbed my 357 mag and because of the angle was forced to shoot from deep inside the car. i'm pretty sure my hearing is not as good as it was 2 seconds prior to that moment of brilliance.

a friend of mine went to check the safety on his 270. 'course, he did it the smart way: by pulling the trigger. the bullet went thru his leg, thru the truck door, and exited the truck without disabling it. he very nearly died (and would have if his bullet had disabled the truck), but kept his life, just sacrificed his leg. unfortunately, he never was able to warm up to prosthetics, so he hops around on crutches and 1 leg now...

another friend of mine didn't think it was necessary to clear the chamber before getting into the truck. the bullet from his 30-06 destroyed his transmission. a 30-06 going off inside a truck is loud. his truck was disabled, and because we were a half-day drive from work w/ a working vehicle, we were 3 days late to work.

last golden moment w/ a firearm i'll ever be around: was hunting w/ some friends, and we managed to knock over a few deer. we designated 1 guy to be the gun bearer, and every body else would drag deer. so, everybody cleared their chambers, and started piling rifles on his shoulder. yep, one smart feller thought the extra safety move was unnecessary, and wanted his rifle ready in a hurry in case we saw more deer (he hadn't punched a tag). so, my friend shrugged into the rifles, and boom! 2, maybe 3 inches from his ear, a 30-06 bucked and roared. burned his ear, singed his hair, destroyed his hearing, and made him mad...

[M.E.Eldridge]

I once shot a squirel with a deer slug. There was literally nothing but blood,fur and a tail left reconizable.

I also shot a woodchuck at about 30 feet with a 30-30. That was pretty messy too.

I've never been stupid enough to discharge a gun without the intent of shooting. When I worked for the DNR they began issuing pistols in our district for the first time in 20 some years. Yes, day after I was given it I left it at home. I didn't even put the holster on my belt that day.

[jaysouth]

A few years ago, my cousin Booger and I went down to the Bayou to shoot some snakes and drink some beer.

Booger had been working on a job that week blasting beaver dams that had messed up a watershed project. He brought home two 8X1 sticks of DuPonts finest.

He broke the first one in half and buried halves in mud by the side of the Bayou.

He shot one with a .22 and got one hell of a bang with dirt and water geyersing 50 feet up in the air. I shot the other one with similar results. After talking this over and drinking a few more beers, we decided to shoot a whole stick.

Booger buried it half way in the mud. We flipped a coin to see who got the honors. I won and shot it with my scoped Marlin 39A.

In that part of Arkansas, there is no rock within 50 feet of the surface, except the one about the size of a softball that the blast blew into the side of my father's pickup that he had loaned me for the day. Booger and I and the pickup also got covered with about 6 inches of mud and water.

The impacted door of the truck would not open, the window was shattered and my Marlin was covered with a thick coat of goo. I like to think that we were a sadder buy wiser crew when we got enough courage to face my father.

A couple of decades have passed and I sometimes wonder if we really got any wiser that day(if we had, we would have thrown away a couple of dozen empty beer cans in the cab and bed of the truck). Booger and I still have good time when we can get together without the presence of any young folks to set a bad example for. Some day I'll tell you about the time that my brother Bubba, Booger and I went "marlin fishing" in Costa Rica.

[Black Dragon]

I was showing off my 1911 Springfield .45 to a friend. I had pulled the mag
and locked the slide back. After we "played" with it I put the mag back in
and hit the slide locked to drop the slide into battery and shot a hole in the
living/family room floor.

At the range, the same friend asked to shoot my Marlin 30-30. I asked if he
had ever shot a lever action rifle with a scope. He said "sure I have". I should
have watched him to make sure. He put his eye right up to the scope and
pulled the trigger. He had a real nice black eye for a week.

My grandfather told me that "if you haven't done something stupid at least
once you haven't been shooting long enought. The trick is surviving the
stupid stunt to not repeat it."

[CajunBass]

Back in my IPSC days, "everyone" was modifying magazines for their 1911's to hold 8 rounds. The idea was that you could save a reload at times. And of course I had to do it too. I did one, just to see how well it worked. It worked just fine at the range, so I loaded everything up, and drove home.

Later when I went to clean the gun, I dropped the magazine, and stripped the rounds out. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. That's all a 1911 holds.

I picked up the gun, a Colt, series 70, pointed it at the bookcase and dropped the hammer. BOOM! Then total silence in the house.

What happened? I looked at the gun. It looked just the same as it had a second ago. What had happened? HOLLY (insert your own word here) The gun fired. Since the magazine was out, the slide had gone back to battery so fast I never saw it move. Obviously I had forgotten the one in the chamber.

Then it hit me. WHERE DID THAT BULLET GO? OMG had I killed someone? A quick check showed it had entered the side of the bookcase, clipped the tops of several books, out the other side, through the drapes, and hit the metal frame around the sliding glass door and made a dent as big as my thumb. I never did find the bullet.

A couple of days later, my mother-in-law, found the empty cartridge case in the kitchen.. "Did you lose this?" :what:

[RS3RS]

At the range, the same friend asked to shoot my Marlin 30-30. I asked if he
had ever shot a lever action rifle with a scope. He said "sure I have". I should
have watched him to make sure. He put his eye right up to the scope and
pulled the trigger. He had a real nice black eye for a week.

I've done that before. Got a Savage 270 bolt-action with scope for christmas, went to the range to try it out. Shot the first round through it, and the top of the scope went straight into my forehead. Left a mark for a few days. :D

[CoachVince]

Okay, I'll chime in. I lived in South Carolina at the time, on some property I was the caretaker of (40 acres). I had a friend from work come over; not the nice reliable good ol boy, but the scary, "wanna shoot something different?" guy.
So, he showed me the MAC10 (or a clone, I don't know, honestly), and warned me to hold it securely, with a good grip both hands, 'cause the kick from the .45s. So, I took it, shifted my grip a little, and was ready.
But, for some reason, he kept telling me "No", even as I constantly interrupted him telling me to wait; after all, "It's okay, I've got it just right like this", meaning my grip. Eventually, my curiousity overcame my stupidity, and I watched him move my finger, since it was over the muzzle.

Of course, he was even more amused when I found out he "forgot" to tell me it was modified to full-auto. My neighbors, apparently, were more concerned than curious, I found out later.

I guess this wouldn't be a good time to talk about setting the lawn on fire, trying to get rid of a fire ant mound; or when my first wife basted the no-baste turkey, starting a fire in the oven/kitchen? Both of those were on Christmas Day. Found out that living in a rural area can be a problem if the Fire Dept. can't find your house, and then can't drive through the sand pit in the 90 degree angle in your driveway. Though, that sand pit made learning made learning to ride a cruiser motorcycle (CB650 Custom) very interesting...

[XDKingslayer]

I was going turkey hunting. I was on a mission. A week prior I was hunting spring gobbler and called in 3 young jakes and the biggest gobbler I have ever seen. However, one of the 3 young jakes mounted my foam female turkey decoy and his reaction to her collapsing under him caused me to laugh so hard I scared off all the turkey.

So I was out after this old gobbler. I was supposed to take a buddy with me to take over the calling duties when I got him in close. But he had to cancel and I wasn't happy about that. So I dug out my mouth call so I could call and still be able to have my gun ready if I called them in.

I got an early start. About 4:00 am so I could be in position before they woke from roost. I was sitting at the truck getting my stuff ready. I use a military issue load bearing vest for turkey hunting as it holds calls very wall. Box call, check. Two slate calls, check. Three different strikers, check. Orange strap for tree, check. Camo gloves, check. Camo facemask, check. Snuff, can't leave without my snuff, check. Shotgun, check. Shells, check. Toilet paper, check. License, check. Knife, check. Let's go....

I get to my spot and settle in, and wait for sunrise. Once the sun starts coming over the mountain I start purring and clucking. After about an hour I start calling. I get an answer WWAAAAYYY out. Figure that bird isn't going to come to me, I start calling again. No answer. This goes on for 10 minutes and GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE. Holy crap that's close. I can hear them behind me, coming in fast. So I get the gun up on my right knee and throw in my mouth call. I do some purring and around the tree no more than 3 feet away walk 2 of the 3 young jakes and that big honking gobbler. He's got to be at least 25 lbs. My concern is where that 3rd gobbler is, but he's nowhere to be found.

I sit and I wait and let the gobbler walk around, waiting for his head to get behind a tree so I can get the gun up and on request he walks around behind a hemlock tree and I shoulder the 12 gauge.

My heart is pounding. I'm trying not to breath heavy. Trying to control the handshake. This will be my first turkey on my own. My dad will be so proud when I bring him home. He walks out from behind the tree in full strut. It's a religious moment. I ease the safety off and the anxiety of taking the biggest gobbler I've ever seen and taking him in full strut sets in. God I wish I had a witness or a video camera. Breath and squeeze. Feel the shot. Don't blow this one...

CLICK...

I sat against that tree from 8:17 am until 12 noon just thinking about what I had done. Thinking about losing this exact same bird twice to stupid circumstances. I intentionally left the decoys home this time just to rule out another mistake. But leaving the shotgun shells in your pocket is inexcuseable.

Never saw that bird again.

[cidirkona]

Next time I shoot a gallon of water with an m44, I will definately be far enough away to not get soaked...

-Colin

[cidirkona]

Too bad Dick Cheney's not a member of this forum, he might have a thing or two to say in this thread... :evil: :cool:

-Colin

[Mooseman]

Just got back from the range a few minutes ago. I learned 2 lessons about my Hi-Point. 1. The guy at the gun shop told me you slap the clip in when loading, I didn't and after the fifth shot the clip fell out. 2. later in that same box of 5o I decide to try a 2 hand grip, not a bad idea unless you let your other hand hit the slide release. Yep, clip fell out again. I felt like an idiot.
On a positive note-the Hi-Point continues to function well and I learned 2 lessons at the range rather than the street.

[KIDGLOCK]

At the end of a range session in Oregon I loaded all but one Ruger MK2 in the truck . Went back and shot what I thought was a full mag walked back to the truck Pistol in hand opened the door ass i was setting the MK on the seat I pulled the trigger Yup, BANG . Yes a .22 is load , well the bullet went through the seat ,door panel,but the door stopped it. No harm Major foul !!!

The next day I go out side thinking nothing of the shooting .... and theres the old salt from next door looking at my truck shaking his head . He says "So ya shot yer door ay,not much meat on them Dodges" I felt about 2 inches tall.:banghead: :banghead: :banghead: :banghead:

[LynnMassGuy]

Almost dry fired a pistol that wasn't dry. I could have sworn I checked it but I checked one more time before I pulled the trigger. Sure enough a round flung out.

Taking the top hand guard off of my SKS and replacing it with that metal grate thingy was pretty dumb too. I hate the way it looks.

Regards
John

[panzermk2]

At the range grabbed a full mag loaded my super fancy custom colt 1911 45cp.
Shoot 2 rounds, about 7 inch spred at 20 feet what the heck?
Shoot the other 6 rounds and the target looks like I shoot it with buckshot the groups were so bad.
It can't be me so cursing my fancy Colt I start inspecting it looks fine,
Lets look at the empties to see if they tell me anything you know I’m playing my best “dick F tracy”
Funny thing is the only empties I could find in the booth were all 10MM…….
YEP ran a whole mag of 10 from my Delta.
What amazed me is my 45 worked fine…..No matter how much I tried to screw things up:banghead:

[spooney]

I have done the same thing as trickyasafox except it was an antelope I was shooting at and the hole is .30 in my father's pick up hood.

[eagle24]

Here's a good one I forgot about. Several years ago there was a local police officer, who was and is a very good officer. Anyway he's sitting in his patrol car playing around with his backup gun (.380) and somehow he accidentally discharges it. The bullet struck the key in the ignition breaking the head off. He had to call in and get a locksmith out there to get the key out so he could get the car started. I'm not sure how many years he was ribbed over that one, but I know it was a joke at the station for a long time. Super nice guy who took it all in stride, but it was hilarious.:D