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2nd story.

Had an RWS Diana .17 cal pellet gun, and there 4x scope mounted on it. I was probably 14 at the time and shooting with two cousins who were 23 and 26. The scope didn't have a rubber ring on the back, and kinda had a bit of a sharp edge.

Somehow the 26 year old, crowded the scope, fired a shot, and managed to get scope eye. How this happened his brother who was 23 and I still couldn't figure it out since the pellet gun has NO RECOIL!!!!

Wasn't really a bad cut, but enough to make him bleed. I really don't know how he did it. Pretty entertaining though.
 
Back in college a buddy and I both bought Mossburg 500s with the long mag tubes and pistol grips. Mine was 12 ga. with a 20" barrel, his was 20 ga with an 18" tube, I think.

Anyway, we got the crazy idea once to buy a box of clay pigeons, a hand-thrower, and a case or two of ammo and see if we could hit a clay bird with a shotgun without a butt stock.

We got some real weird looks at the shotgun range, but eventually we did start hitting some!

We sure felt like champs! Probably 200 shells fired, and maybe 10 broken clays, but we'd proved we could do it!

To be young and goofy again! :D

-Sam
 
'Nother story:

I used to shoot a PPC league with my club and there was a grizzled old Navy vet who shot with us every time. I'll call him "Ed." He'd served four years in the 60s and I'm not sure he'd had any other job. He was about 5'-0" tall, usually about half-way shaved with a dribble of chaw sliding down between the stubble. Sweet and harmless, but about half-a-bubble out of plumb.

Ed liked big bangs and loved reloading his own ammo. One or two of the guys had been over to his place to help him refine his technique, but he always managed to "tweak" his loads to his liking. Apparently his reloading kit included a small shovel. When his relay was on the line there'd usually be a small group standing behind him watching the fireworks. There would EASILY be a 2' tongue of flame shooting out of his 1911 at each shot...but it seemed bigger than that! At each shot (BOOOOM!) he'd rock back a 1/2 step and then belly up to the line for the next shot ... and the muzzle would start to twitch and shake and then....BOOOOOM! His accuracy was, umm ... that is to say ... er, well known. :evil:

When he'd hit the rifle range, he'd often bring his new favorite, which last time I saw him, was a Marlin in either .45-70 or .450. He'd handloaded all the ammo of course. The concussion from the shot would shake all 150 lbs. of him, but I think it was worse as a spectator. The blast, under that covered firing line, would make tears start in your eyes! At cease fire he was super-pleased as every round had made it onto a paper plate...at 50 yds! "Not too bad, eh?" :scrutiny:;)

The funniest incident, though, was the baggie. Ed showed up at the range one night with a Colt Commander in a Ziplock bag. Well, the parts were all there. It had a full-length guide rod and reverse plug and he couldn't get it back together for the life of him. Someone found me and I came up and agreed to reassemble it. As I was trying to fit the guide rod back in, I could see all the tell-tale dents and scratches from the pair of pliers or vice grips he'd been using. :eek:

I was told later that he lived in some kind of assistance housing and they had a no weapons policy. Ed would get up at 3 in the morning on shooting days and take his collection out to his pickup when he though no one would notice. He'd then sit there with them in the parking lot until time to leave.

I felt so sad for him sometimes, because he was the butt of mild derision (though I don't think he ever knew) and just because he was a lonely old guy who wasn't too quick. But, on the other hand, he seemed so happy all the time just to shoot and hang out, that maybe it wasn't so bad. :)

-Sam
 
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Back when we were kids, our gun club was having a shoot at a rich member's house. We figured he was rich. He was a doctor, and had a 200 yd range complete with covered shooting positions, pits at the berms for people to raise and lower the targets, and a field telephone system connecting it all.

Anyway, we were there to shoot up a bunch of surplus .30-06 ammo. My experience with this stuff was that it was always loaded hot. My little brother, who was about 14 at the time, and a supreme know-it-all, was a decent shooter on the school shooting team, and was "instructing" my father and I as to how to properly hold a rifle. When we go to the sitting position, little brother grabs a rifle, and proceeds to sit bolt upright like he learned with his .22 rifle. My dad said, "I don't think you should do that John". He replied with an angry look and an "I know what I'm doing!"

So we all sat back and watched. He pulled the trigger and there was a loud bang, followed by the sight of my brother and his rifle tumbling backwards over the edge of the shooting position into the dirt. There was a lot of laughing involved and some very injured dignity, but that was all that was injured. Did he learn his lesson?

Noooooo.

Later on, but not too much later, the three of us were at a different range with our rifles. My brother has just finished building a .58 Navy Zouave smokepole and we were shooting it along with our modern rifles. My brother had a whole bunch of stuff he needed to do to load a bullet, and while getting it together, he asked my father to pour in a vial of premeasured powder. While my Dad was pouring, a few grains - i.e. particles, not grains of measure - spilled onto the ground. He attempted to inform my brother of this, and he mistakenly used the word "grains".

My brother said, "just pour another measure in". My Dad tried to clarify things, whereupon my brother got very impatient and said, 'JUST POUR ANOTHER MEASURE IN!" My Dad gave him a big smile and said, "Okay". We knew it wasn't going to be over the max suggested amount, but it was going to be a lot more than my brother expected. Essentially it was a double charge compared to what he was used to shooting.

Now this range is built so that the targets are in one place, and the shooting positions are at 100 and 200 yards. We were standing on the edge of the 100 yd hill - the back edge. John finished loading his rifle and took aim from the standing position. There was a click, a huge boom, and he went staggering backwards down the hill with the rifle waving around in the air, his eyes as big as dinner plates! My Dad was laughing so hard I thought he was going to hurt himself. Then my brother got mad, and wanted to know why no one told him. We tried, we said. He did not see the humor, but I am laughing as I type this, and this was over 30 years ago.
 
At an IDPA match three or four years ago we had a scenario that started with a target about five feet away. You were required to draw, "verbalize" to your "attacker", double tap it, and then move to the rest of the course of fire. First half dozen shooters verbalize "Drop the gun, drop the gun!", "Drop the knife dirtbag!!" or something similar. Then Fritz comes to the line and and after the buzzer draws, yells "I SAID A BUD LIGHT!!!", and fires six fast shots into the target. One of the funniest things I have ever seen.
 
Then Fritz comes to the line and and after the buzzer draws, yells "I SAID A BUD LIGHT!!!", and fires six fast shots into the target.
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AHAHAHAHAHAHA

I would've peed myself laughing. Would've been useless for the rest of the match.
 
My personal favorite

Me and a group of long-time hunting buddies had a real miserable day in the dove field. Only saw a handful of birds, and nobody had hit anything.

As we are walking back to the truck, one guy throws his hat up into the air and takes a shot at it. (We were on private land, and knew that the area was safe for this.)

WEEEELLLLLLL.......

This of course leads to the rest of us doing the same thing, except now, everyone is firing at the hats in the air. Fast forward to the last guy.

Hat up.

Guns following, only the hat owner firing.

Hat on ground.

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM.

Hat confetti.
 
I took a girl out on a blind date and we ended the night after watching a play followed by dinner and we were saying goodnight while trying to hail a cab on a street corner. As we were wrapped in a extended embrace I heard her say "Is that what I think it is?" to which I responded "Well, you're a pretty girl and it's a natural reaction..."

"Not that!" She snapped and then pointed with her chin "That!"

"Oh...yeah- it's my pistol in a shoulder holster"

First and only date with that one.
 
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I'm not sure if this is funny or just plain dumb, however, a few months ago, while peforming range safety officer at my gun club, I guy was shooting a short barreled 12 Ga. shotgun. It was of a "legal" length, so no problem there. However, he was shooting some handloaded 3" slugs. Of course, half of the powder never burned in the barrel, but he got a huge muzzle flash. I asked him what the point was of shooting 3 inch slugs out of such a short barreled shotgun when a lot of the powder didn't burn before the slug left the barrel. He just grinned and said, "It looks cool when I get that big muzzle flash". The recoil also seemed to be pretty harsh (no recoil pad), but he shot about 50 rounds through it. At 50 yards, he'd get about 1/3 of his shots on a 100 yd sight in target. So, net-net, he just liked pumping lead down range and seeing a huge ball of flames come out the end of the barrel. It made me laugh to watch him fire that thing.

Still cant stop laughing LOL
How old was the guy ???
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He was probably in his mid to late 40's.
 
Then Fritz comes to the line and and after the buzzer draws, yells "I SAID A BUD LIGHT!!!", and fires six fast shots into the target. One of the funniest things I have ever seen.
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Ouch ouch!!! Come on people, I can't have people at work looking at me like I'm insane... at least not just cuase I'm doubled over laughing!
 
Took the GF shooting with a buddy of mine. We loaded some .357s pretty hot and usually only use them in my lever action. We were shooting a buddy's .357 revolver, she had been shooting a couple times, and decided she wanted to shoot the hot .357s because they were pretty (nickel cases). I don't want to ever discourage her so I explained that they were hot loads, but she's welcome to shoot them. Anyway, she lets loose and out comes the usual 1 foot fireball but she does handles it well. Anyway, she starts cocking it again and I still don't want to say anything because I don't want her to feel like I don't think she can handle it. Anyway, I finally give in and step up and say "you want to shoot it again?" She shakes her head and hands it back to me. LOL, too proud to say so. She didn't like the G27 either, but then again neither do I.
 
Employee at local gunshop is looking down the business end of a revolver and checking chamber alignment when BLAM a lightbulb explodes and power/lights go out from power surge/brownout or some such thing.
 
A couple of weeks ago I was at the range and ran into a friend of mine there shooting with her boyfriend. She was shooting a .17 off of a bench at 100 yards and was basically making a clover leaf. Her boyfriend (who claims to have shot competition in the Marines) was shooting his 30-06 off of another bench and maybe hitting the paper 50% of the time at 100 yards. His excuse... he should have cleaned the rifle.

I asked to try his rifle and it shot about 1.5 MOA at 100 yards for me with the same ammo off of his rest. Then went on about LOP or some such nonsense..
 
Then Fritz comes to the line and and after the buzzer draws, yells "I SAID A BUD LIGHT!!!", and fires six fast shots into the target. One of the funniest things I have ever seen.
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Oh God!!!!!!! I just tipped over in my chair as if I just fired a .460 Weatherby with no muzzlebrake. That is absolutely the most funniest thing I ever heard.
It's already ten minutes since I read this thing and I still can't get the tears from my eyes.
 
So this is how I knew I had found the perfect woman... Let us rewind to May of 1998. A much younger and healthier .45Guy is scheduled to depart for MCRD PI on 9 June 1998. Not knowing what the future has in store, he packs his Russian SKS and S&W model 10 in cosmoline, and then encases them in an 8" PVC tube with dessicant and several cases of ammo. Now we fast forward to July of 2000, and LCpl .45Guy is sweating his butt off in Santa Rosa, Nicaragua where he meets the aquaintance of a beautiful 51K in the WIARNG. A whirlwind courtship ensues, and in July of 2001 we travel to my family farm in Ohio to meet my parents. Now I know this had to be uncomfortable as all hell for Mrs. .45, and I was fairly certain going out to dig up buried firearms would only exacerbate the situation. But to my amazement, she found nothing odd with the situation, and wanted to take the SKS out to our range! Yep, that was when I knew I'd found a keeper. Anyway, let's hear your humorous stories!
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Wow... "keeper" huh? Well, until the next good lil' thang came along.... in a bar while I sat at home with our 5 day old baby. I should have listened that day on the farm, to the thought in my mind, "what kind of a freak buries guns in his yard??? omg this dude's sick." Lesson learned. The hard way, but you better believe it... LEARNED.

BTW, I have a "funny gun story" too, about some rifle being dinked around with inside a house, with a little girl running around the room playing. Someone was trying to make a gun of some sort fully auto with a shoestring (I hear this is illegal?...) and oops!- shoots it off, missing the little girl by a few feet. Isolated occurence, you guess? One-time mistake? Nope, 2nd time that I know of actually, when this fellow played with a loaded gun indoors and shot it accidently (or a**-idently whatever you want to call it) 1 time=blame the gun... 2 times=blame the shooter.

heII hath no fury.
 
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