Mine was on a day that I was having a migraine. I sought the more comfortable, dimmer light and quiet of my bedroom in the basement. I grabbed my FEG Hi Power to dry-fire to relax. I dry-fired for a long while, decided that I was done, and reloaded it for the evening.
The phone rang, and I went upstairs to answer it.
I came back downstairs, thought, "what was I doing? Oh yeah, I was dry firing." Sat back down, took aim again and sqeezed the trigger. Didn't even hear the report, just saw the ball of flame at the muzzle and the hole in the closet door, and I knew that I was a massive idiot.
The load was a Winchester white box 115-gr JHP that went through the door, through an internal frame backpack :banghead: , through a box of aluminum arrows, and lodged into the stud against the concrete in the back of the closet.
I am ANAL about Rule #1 now, and I have a hard time dry-firing still... that has taken a toll on my skills, but I'll come around someday. I'm anal about press-checks, too.
Some might remember how traumatized I was afterwards -- I suppose in some ways I still am. But I prefer to think that I'm "traumatized for the better." Gun safety is no freaking joke.
Wes