Bullet Bob
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Yes - but I had to stop the behind kickin' thing for fear of permanent disfigurement due to frequency.
ever do something so braindead you wanted to kick your own behind?
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W Turner
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This past February, I was replacing the stems in my shower b/c the old ones were stripped out. In the process I discovered that the moron that put in the one-piece fiberglass tub surround had not cut the holes for the stems correctly.
I distinctly remember thinking to my self " I should get my Dremel and use the cutting bit to do this." as I was pulling out my FULLY SERRATED Cold Steel Voyager XL Tanto to cut said fiberglass. Needless to say, things did not turn out quite like I planned.
My day ended with me at the ER having 12 stitches installed around my right eye. The last stitch was actually on my lower eyelid. O' course I now have a cool pirate-looking scar, some new nicknames (Blade, Cyclops, Scarface, Dumba$$, etc.) thanks to my brothers, and my eyelid leaks when I swim, other than that everything turned out ok.
Mino
I distinctly remember thinking to my self " I should get my Dremel and use the cutting bit to do this." as I was pulling out my FULLY SERRATED Cold Steel Voyager XL Tanto to cut said fiberglass. Needless to say, things did not turn out quite like I planned.
My day ended with me at the ER having 12 stitches installed around my right eye. The last stitch was actually on my lower eyelid. O' course I now have a cool pirate-looking scar, some new nicknames (Blade, Cyclops, Scarface, Dumba$$, etc.) thanks to my brothers, and my eyelid leaks when I swim, other than that everything turned out ok.
Mino
No more callers please! We have a winnah!
Man, Minotaur, that was close! About the only thing good about it is that it actually could have been worse, but we won't talk about that.
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"Death is nature's way of telling you to slow down." -- Anon.
Hkmp5sd
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One of the popular phrases used where I work describes us "braindead" folks quite well.
"If your gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough!"
"If your gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough!"
Taking son and friends to the range. Make a list and check it twice:
Packed up every .22 cal weapon I own? check.
Gather selected big bore stuff for when the .22's get boring? check.
Targets, stapler, box of staples? check.
Load up boxes of empty cans, bottles and assorted broken electronic equipment we've been saving for months to blast to pieces at the range junk pit? check.
Drinking water, insect repellent? check.
Cell phone, key for the gate at the range? check.
Load son and three other roudy pre-teen boys in the car and drive 20 miles to the range.
Threaten to leave half the young men beside the road if they didn't quit horsing around.
Threaten the other half with the same fate if they don't leave the radio on my favorite station.
Get to the range, go over safety rules one more time, unload all the equipment.
Both ammo cans still sitting at home in the garage?
check.
Packed up every .22 cal weapon I own? check.
Gather selected big bore stuff for when the .22's get boring? check.
Targets, stapler, box of staples? check.
Load up boxes of empty cans, bottles and assorted broken electronic equipment we've been saving for months to blast to pieces at the range junk pit? check.
Drinking water, insect repellent? check.
Cell phone, key for the gate at the range? check.
Load son and three other roudy pre-teen boys in the car and drive 20 miles to the range.
Threaten to leave half the young men beside the road if they didn't quit horsing around.
Threaten the other half with the same fate if they don't leave the radio on my favorite station.
Get to the range, go over safety rules one more time, unload all the equipment.
Both ammo cans still sitting at home in the garage?
check.
lycanthrope
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Deciding to pour a couple quarts of gasoline down an underground network of rat tunnels.........and lighting it. Resultant pressure wave blew them out of the holes and into shotshell range.
Kind of like rat skeet.
Galsoine is hard to put out, though.........
Kind of like rat skeet.
Galsoine is hard to put out, though.........
Starpower
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I had just gotten out of the Navy in San Diego, and headed cross country on a Suzuki 750 water buffalo. I was staying with a friend who happened to have his birthday the day after I left, so GAVE him a Winchester 94 Saddle Carbine, for both his birthday and for letting me stay with him for a week while my bike was being refitted for the trip. I have never had the money and the opportunity, at the same time, to buy another, but I had always loved that gun. I now have a collection of about 10-12 hanguns and rifles, but still no Winchester 94.
22luvr
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Yeh, a real beaut............
I've been shooting safely now for a half-century. A couple of years ago, I had my first H.U.A. encounter with a negligent discharge. While getting ready to dry-fire two almost identical weapons, I shot a hole through my bedroom floor with my .357 mag revolver! It went straight in, hardly ruffling the rug and probably mushroomed out in a floor joist because it did not exit through to the living room below. Thank God the gun was pointed towards the floor because we live in a cul-de-sac with children sometimes present. The thought of that round disappearing out the window and richocheting around the neighborhood makes me shudder.
I was near-deaf for about three days and I still have some hissing and ringing in my ears. Don't kid yourself.....shooting off ANY handgun in an enclosed space without ear canal protection is going to cause hearing damage.
What irked me more than anything was the blemish on my safety record. I now have a step-by-step dry firing procedure in place so that little disaster will never happen again.
Other than my poor inner ears, no damage, other than to my ego.
I've been shooting safely now for a half-century. A couple of years ago, I had my first H.U.A. encounter with a negligent discharge. While getting ready to dry-fire two almost identical weapons, I shot a hole through my bedroom floor with my .357 mag revolver! It went straight in, hardly ruffling the rug and probably mushroomed out in a floor joist because it did not exit through to the living room below. Thank God the gun was pointed towards the floor because we live in a cul-de-sac with children sometimes present. The thought of that round disappearing out the window and richocheting around the neighborhood makes me shudder.
I was near-deaf for about three days and I still have some hissing and ringing in my ears. Don't kid yourself.....shooting off ANY handgun in an enclosed space without ear canal protection is going to cause hearing damage.
What irked me more than anything was the blemish on my safety record. I now have a step-by-step dry firing procedure in place so that little disaster will never happen again.
Other than my poor inner ears, no damage, other than to my ego.
blue86buick
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sure, but how long do you want to listen?
the only gun related one so far has been a ND. I was at the range finishing up one night, and as it's unregulated and no one else was around, walked downrange to blast stuff at close range. I was carrying my rifle properly (597 .22LR), with the muzzle within 15 deg of vertical, and finger off the trigger, but figured I'd put the safety on. Well, to do this, I reached my finger THROUGH the trigger guard, to push it from the other side. Couldn't quiiiiite reach it, then ::BANG!::...a Yellow Jacket went flying off into the wild blue yonder. whoops.
i packed right up and went home.
the only gun related one so far has been a ND. I was at the range finishing up one night, and as it's unregulated and no one else was around, walked downrange to blast stuff at close range. I was carrying my rifle properly (597 .22LR), with the muzzle within 15 deg of vertical, and finger off the trigger, but figured I'd put the safety on. Well, to do this, I reached my finger THROUGH the trigger guard, to push it from the other side. Couldn't quiiiiite reach it, then ::BANG!::...a Yellow Jacket went flying off into the wild blue yonder. whoops.
i packed right up and went home.
axeman_g
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still cant believe I did this
quail hunting with my uncle. Night before I am cleaning the old Stevens 311 12 gauge. I realize that the safety is not catching all the way, only happens sometimes though. So, I will get it fixed during the week I says, until then I will be careful with the safety.
Working through some thick South Jersey Pines scrub, my uncle to left, dogs out straight, barrel pointed to upper right (I am a lefty) when I stumble and left barrel goes off straight into the sky. Saftey is still engaged.
Unloaded it, chastised myself with a long walk back to truck to wait for my more intelligent relative.
I will never go out with a firearm I suspect to not be functioning properly.
Also the time I fell off a roof while drunkedly trying to woo my girlfriend to go skinny dipping with me at 2:00 am.
I didnt need to kick my own ??? for that one, the tree roots I landed on handled that little chore for me.
quail hunting with my uncle. Night before I am cleaning the old Stevens 311 12 gauge. I realize that the safety is not catching all the way, only happens sometimes though. So, I will get it fixed during the week I says, until then I will be careful with the safety.
Working through some thick South Jersey Pines scrub, my uncle to left, dogs out straight, barrel pointed to upper right (I am a lefty) when I stumble and left barrel goes off straight into the sky. Saftey is still engaged.
Unloaded it, chastised myself with a long walk back to truck to wait for my more intelligent relative.
I will never go out with a firearm I suspect to not be functioning properly.
Also the time I fell off a roof while drunkedly trying to woo my girlfriend to go skinny dipping with me at 2:00 am.
I didnt need to kick my own ??? for that one, the tree roots I landed on handled that little chore for me.
Moparmike
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Parked in a ditch (5 others had done it...). Unfortunately, it was veryyy muddy where I parked, and when I got back to the car and in the car, it suddenly slid the 6 inches to the bottom of the shallow, light angled ditch. No one from my old high school knows about it...
Searching high and low for my remote control for 10 minutes with it in my left hand the whole time. Kept wondering what the black blurry thing waving in front of my face was. Dont ask. (I suppose it makes yall feel good about the future of the country when I tell you that I am 20.)
Many more I prefer not to recall.
Searching high and low for my remote control for 10 minutes with it in my left hand the whole time. Kept wondering what the black blurry thing waving in front of my face was. Dont ask. (I suppose it makes yall feel good about the future of the country when I tell you that I am 20.)
Many more I prefer not to recall.
MountainPeak
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Yes, I dated my ex.
Chugach
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Sitting in my dad's den. Thumb-cocking and releasing the hammer on a loaded S&W revolver so I could admire the action.
Muzzle pointed in a safe direction, and no ND, but the withering look from my dad is etched in my memory forever.
Muzzle pointed in a safe direction, and no ND, but the withering look from my dad is etched in my memory forever.
Kamicosmos
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Just put my Jeep in a ditch trying to get around a traffic jam. Wasn't wearing my seatbelt, which resulted in my head busting the windshield. I tore up the front springs pretty well too. (At least this gives me an excuse to put a lift kit on now.)
Gunwise, I've been good, no big mistakes.
Gunwise, I've been good, no big mistakes.
22luvr
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Oh, just thought of another one....
I was getting ready to burn an enormous slash pile of twigs, branches and leaves in my backyard. I had piled up all of this stuff 7-8 feet high on top and round a box of old wadded up newspapers. I struck the match and threw it in the box. The box of old newspapers burned without igniting the slashpile. Very impatiently, I got my full gallon can of chainsaw fuel and dumped onto the still smoldering box of paper. Big mistake. My twisted logic ???I ???-u-med the oil in the fuel mixture would retard the flashpoint until I could ignite it again. Not so. The fuel-air mixture quickly spread out along the ground underneath the slash pile. Without warning, I heard a deafening and very concussive B-O-O-M ! ! The blast knocked me backwards flat onto my back, blew the slash pile all over the yard and it never did ignite anything but the box of papers which also came fluttering down like scorched confetti. I have since read that one gallon of gasoline has the explosive equivalent of a stick of dynamite. It did that day. Whoopeee.........
I was getting ready to burn an enormous slash pile of twigs, branches and leaves in my backyard. I had piled up all of this stuff 7-8 feet high on top and round a box of old wadded up newspapers. I struck the match and threw it in the box. The box of old newspapers burned without igniting the slashpile. Very impatiently, I got my full gallon can of chainsaw fuel and dumped onto the still smoldering box of paper. Big mistake. My twisted logic ???I ???-u-med the oil in the fuel mixture would retard the flashpoint until I could ignite it again. Not so. The fuel-air mixture quickly spread out along the ground underneath the slash pile. Without warning, I heard a deafening and very concussive B-O-O-M ! ! The blast knocked me backwards flat onto my back, blew the slash pile all over the yard and it never did ignite anything but the box of papers which also came fluttering down like scorched confetti. I have since read that one gallon of gasoline has the explosive equivalent of a stick of dynamite. It did that day. Whoopeee.........
Glad you were ok after that one, 22luvr.
Recently a man was killed and another seriously injured from almost precisely the same scenario very close to where I live. They were trying to start a fire in a pile of lumber. They poured on some gasoline and then threw a match into the pile. The air/vapor mixture exploded and they were seriously injured by the flying lumber. As I said one man died.
It should be repeated to all listening - Do not use gasoline to start a fire! Use kerosene or charcoal lighter if you need an accelerant at all.
Recently a man was killed and another seriously injured from almost precisely the same scenario very close to where I live. They were trying to start a fire in a pile of lumber. They poured on some gasoline and then threw a match into the pile. The air/vapor mixture exploded and they were seriously injured by the flying lumber. As I said one man died.
It should be repeated to all listening - Do not use gasoline to start a fire! Use kerosene or charcoal lighter if you need an accelerant at all.
I debated sharing this one as it still gives me chills. Last Feb., I was looking through a house literally filled with firearms. A friend of my brother in law's had died and his widow was letting us pick through his collection. My brother in law had just inspected a Browning Hi Power and told me to look at it. I did and stupidly cocked the hammer and tried the trigger pull, aiming at a clear wall. I'd lost track of where the widow was and realized she had gone around that corner only when I pulled the trigger. The chamber was empty but it shouldn't have been because the mag was full. I completely failed to perform a proper safety check, and I should have because this guy stored his ammo in the mags . . . all of the mags. Nearly every pistol there (more than a hundred if my count was correct) was loaded.
I still shiver thinking how close I came to a senseless tragedy.
I still shiver thinking how close I came to a senseless tragedy.
Sven
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Sent the firing pin and spring for my CZ-75 Kadet kit flying last night... fortunately, didn't have hearing protection on so I could listen for the sound as it hit the hardwood floor... found it 30 seconds later.
Watch your eyes when working on these things... could be nasty.
Watch your eyes when working on these things... could be nasty.
coldshot03/04
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Yep, I did it again. I sold my Finnish Mosin Nagant M39.
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