Just had my first ever ND in my life. Been handling guns for 15 years, worked in a gun store for 2 years, carry a firearm for work. Needless to say I am ASHAMED to the nth degree.
Nothing got hurt expect two walls, the ceiling, my pride, and sense of self-respect and confidence.
.32 S&W 4th model top break. The single action trigger has never worked since I bought it and acts like a decocker of sorts in that it lowers the hammer congruent with the speed of returning the trigger home (clearly a major safety issue). I had been fiddling with it before work. Loaded it, but instead of putting it back in the drawer where it belongs I left it on my desk.
Got out of shower, picked it up (riding thumb on hammer, but barely) and said "why won't this damn thing work in SA." I got a boom instead of the series of clicks I was expecting. So there I am standing in a towel, ears ringing, praying it didn't exit the house, thinking to myself "you are really retarded".
That simple. One momentary lapse in diligence and boom I've just had the most embarrassing and dangerous thing that can happen in firearms ownership.
I'm going to stop using this clearly broken gun.
I accept full responsibility for messing around with a loaded firearm. Just figured I'd confess my sin to the body of the church (gun people).
Nothing got hurt expect two walls, the ceiling, my pride, and sense of self-respect and confidence.
.32 S&W 4th model top break. The single action trigger has never worked since I bought it and acts like a decocker of sorts in that it lowers the hammer congruent with the speed of returning the trigger home (clearly a major safety issue). I had been fiddling with it before work. Loaded it, but instead of putting it back in the drawer where it belongs I left it on my desk.
Got out of shower, picked it up (riding thumb on hammer, but barely) and said "why won't this damn thing work in SA." I got a boom instead of the series of clicks I was expecting. So there I am standing in a towel, ears ringing, praying it didn't exit the house, thinking to myself "you are really retarded".
That simple. One momentary lapse in diligence and boom I've just had the most embarrassing and dangerous thing that can happen in firearms ownership.
I'm going to stop using this clearly broken gun.
I accept full responsibility for messing around with a loaded firearm. Just figured I'd confess my sin to the body of the church (gun people).