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Like being young, stupid and naive about pistol grip 12gauge shotguns and thinking I could line up the sights like shouldering a full stocked shotgun? Yeah, split nose, lip and banged up mouth on that fancy maneuver. Friend couldn't stop laughing about that one.
 
I once wasted a box of expensive personal protection ammo by grabbing the wrong box and shooting them all at the range. I did not notice until I wanted to reload the mags the next day.
 
That must be some tough wood, taking a 1911 with you to stain it and needing an extra mag.

Not to mention hifalutin wood! A jacket with lapel pocket to stain wood with?

I was drafting from a dry hydrant (Means of filling a fire truck from a pond or river...) and I could not for the life of me draw a draft. When I finally decided I would go try another hydrand as something MUST be wrong with this one, I jumped up in the truck to disengage the pump... only to find out... I forgot to ENGAGE it in the first place :)
 
The old leave the gun at the range trick. Get home and discover a gun is missing. Then having to sweat it out while someone checks to insure it is still there and having to sheepishly retrieve it.
 
The old leave the gun at the range trick

Damn.


Dumbest thing I ever did with a gun? Probably the time I shot unloaded a .22 at a steel plate from 10-15 yards and the ricochets were cutting through the grass about five feet to our right.

I just wasn't thinking. I'm very thankful that no one got hurt, every time I think about it. I'd never live that down, as strict as I am about it all. I'll chalk it up to youth. But mostly ignorance.
 
i was at a local walking track, adjusted my iwb holster and somehow I managed to make my pistol pop up and out of the holster. it tumbled down to the pavement, landed hammer down then skidded about 5 feet across the asphalt before I could catch it.

Father in law had a 1st gen glock 17 fall out of a fobus holster onto a tile floor. I know fan-boys say that glocks cant n/d, tell that to the bullet hole that went through the living room ceiling, the mattress of the upstairs master bedroom suit, and out the roof of their home.
 
I was on the range, back when shooting Military rifle match's. I was practicing at a friends farm, and was shooting the breeze, not paying any attention, while laying prone getting ready to shoot.

Without thinking, I reverted to my old military style of reloading like I did in Vietnam, in that I packed my M14 magazine on my steel pot/helmet.

Please note: I wasn't wearing a steel pot/helmet. (baseball caps, don't work as well)

Once again, in my life, being stupid Hurt like hell. Please note my signature.

Go figure.

Fred
 
Back in 93 we had just finished rock climbing "Northern Lights" a difficult multipitch climb in Squamish, BC. We were rained on getting off the cliff and arduous hike back to the rental car. Later that evening when the rain cleared and the sky took on a beautiful hue, I chucked the car keys to my climbing partner to get the camera for some pics.

Well, the car was parked on a dock at the bay and the only key fell through the gap in the planks and into the drink, not retrievable. Six hours later, 100 dollars and a headlamp gained me a new key from a locksmith who happened to be returning from Vancouver to the Garibaldi area. This was the pre-cellphone days - however the locksmith had one. Thankfully...
 
This topic has had 5800 views so far :)D) and only 132 contributions. Come on guys, fess up!!!!! A lot of you are not coming clean! :D
 
Had a cell phone in the pocket of my t-shirt and when I bent over to grab a paintbrush it right into a gallon of Latex Paint. Had another cell phone fall into a toilet.

The most embarrassing though, had to be this:
I had pulled up in front of a bar on my 1997 Kawasaki Vulcan 500 (1st bike).
I put the kickstand down and proceeded to get off of the bike. Well, apparently the kickstand went into a hole but rested for a moment on the edge (just long enough to take a step away from the bike). Out of the corner of my eye, I see the bike tipping over. I spin around and grap the strap that is attached to the seat. As the falling bike yanks me off my feet I jump onto one of the exhaust pipes. And lean back as if I'm windsurfing the bike (so it doesn't crash to the ground). As I'm doing this the soles of my boots are melting and smoking. The bike lands easily and I get off the pipe and stomp my boots out. Then go and pick the bike up and put the kick stand down properly. I go into the bar and get a standing ovation (the front of the bar is all glass). I did get a couple free beers for effort for the entertainment value.
 
Many years back I was planning to function fire a small .22 pistol with some hollowpoint ammo. I leaned a rainsoaked slab of plywood against a tree behind an old picnic table, and placed a gallon plastic jug of water on the table. I kneeled down about 15 yards away and fired one round. It was hot, and I was wearing just a T shirt. I felt a thump against my chest, and when I looked down a spent slug was on the ground in front of me. I checked under my shirt and found a red welt next to my left nipple.
I kept that slug for a long time, and I am a bit more careful about backstops.
 
A FMJ 380 round fired from a Kel Tec 3AT will blow right through the center of a brand new chrono.
 
I have a good friend who briefly owned a Yugo SKS, and so considered himself an expert on the platform. We were at a gun show a few years ago, and he was trying to show me something on an SKS at someones table. Sure enough he hit the wrong thing and the top cover and bolt spring went flying 3 feet and smacked into the wall of the steel building the gun show was being held in. I promptly turned around, face-palmed and acted like I didn't know him. The ENTIRE gun show heard it and the place was dead silent. I didn't even stick around to find out what the guy who owned the gun said to him.
 
A FMJ 380 round fired from a Kel Tec 3AT will blow right through the center of a brand new chrono.

Funny! I'm sure it wasn't at the time though.



I went to the desert to shoot with a few co-workers and my boss pulls out his .460 Weatherby Mag. so we can each have a go with it. I go first and get a little too close to the scope. Nobody else wanted to try it after that.

Still have the scar.

When the wound was fresh I had the same exchange everytime I went to a gun store.

Employee points and says "What did it?"
Me - ".460 Weatherby Mag."
employee - "That'll do it."
 
I was in the middle of a lake on the bow of my skiff when a big ole hornet decided I looked delicious. Well, one swat was all it took to send my $300.00 glasses into 40 feet of water.


I proceeded to fillet the palm of my hand while field dressing a deer.




I nearly cut my kneecap off with a chainsaw. Luckily the blade was coasting to a stop when it hit and it only tore my pants and scaped my knee. I patched those pants and I still wear them when I use my chainsaw to remind me to be careful!
 
Pinched my finger trying to lock a Ruger 22/45 open and then later doing the same exact thing in the same exact place. That gun must be out to get me.
 
I started driving late due to a variety of reasons mostly related to living in NYC for a while. Didja know that only 25% of families there own cars?

Anyway, a little bit after I got my learner's permit in California I found myself driving down the Needles Freeway with my wife; we figured it would be good practice for me. It was a trip out of state and she was going to take over once we neared Arizona. So we're in the middle of the desert about 20 miles from the Arizona border when I figure it's as good a time as any to switch, so I pull into a rest area… going a little too fast, and heading towards the truck lane when it forks. Wife says, "You're in the wrong lane!" and without thinking I swerve right to get into the car lane, but I was going too fast and the fork was too close so BAM! the wheel closest to me slams into the curb going at maybe 40 mph. The car screeches to a halt. You can imagine what's going through my head. I get out of the car to examine the damage; the struck wheel has been completely sheared off the lower A-arm and its axle has pulled out of the transmission. Did I mention that it's 4:30 PM on Christmas eve?

The wife gets out, hugs me, and does not flay me alive on the spot. I make a few calls but duh, it's Christmas eve, and what dopes are still working? Eventually I manage to get a tow company who hauls us back to Barstow, CA. Naturally their repair shop is closed, as is every rental car agency. We wound up spending that Christmas in a Barstow Days Inn, as well as the next four days while we waited for the town to re-open. Our Christmas dinner was at Denny's. Did I mention that I had taken vacation days off from work for this…

The whole thing ended up costing close to 3 grand. So far that's the most expensive mistake I've ever made. It was, however, the best post-Christmas time with my in-laws ever, as they were super-supportive and it really brought us all together.
 
I got married twice.

Gun related - got Garand thumb trying to demonstrate the importance of being careful so as not to get Garand thumb.
 
I don't know how many times I have accidentally almost lopped my finger off sharpening a knife or cutting something with a knife. the stupidest thing i have probably ever done with a gun was demonstrating to my girlfriend how to work a semi-auto handgun and pressing the trigger only to hear it go "click" and then turn around to see her standing there with a little funny smirk on her face with the magazine in her hand. :)
 
I was in the middle of a lake on the bow of my skiff when a big ole hornet decided I looked delicious. Well, one swat was all it took to send my $300.00 glasses into 40 feet of water.

Man I tell you what you, buy a par of sunglasses, especially nice expensive ones, and they will leap off your face into the deepest body of water they can find, or find a way to snuggle up on the drivers seat of your car when you aren't looking. Every single time.

Conversely, I found a par of decent sunglasses at work, and I can't loose the damned things. Ive worn them swimming at the beach, riding 4 wheelers, fishing, pretty much every activity that is most likely to result in their loss or destruction, to no avail.
 
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