funny 30-30 story

[SmeeAgain]

The only mishap I've had I shouldn't even admit to...
I was teaching a safety class, stressing the point that every firearm should be considered loaded... even when you "know" it's not.
Then shot a hole in the ceiling of the classroom! With my own weapon, that I was intimately familiar with!
Everyone assumed I did it on purpose to prove my point but that wasn't the case.
For those wondering how I accomplished that, I really don't know where the cartridge came from.
I was using my 1911a1, which I knew had a loaded magazine and empty chamber.
I was explaining each step as I went and demonstrating them at the same time.
I removed the magazine & set it down, then locked the slide open, inspected the chamber to verify it was empty and also looked through the ejection port down through the magazine hole.
Pointed it straight up, closed the slide with my thumb & pulled the trigger... expecting a "click" only it wasn't a click!
Then at a pathetic attempt at self-redemption I said... "and THAT is why you ALWAYS assume every weapon is loaded."
A short time later I counted the rounds in the magazine... all 7 were present. I still don't know where #8 came from.

 

[WestKentucky]

Not deer but Turkey. I was 16 or 17 and Turkey hunting was new to me. I went to a buddies grandpas farm and he set me up in one patch of woods about 3 acres and he ran 75 yards across the field to another patch of woods. Beautiful place, rolling hills, small lake, and covered up with critters of all type. I was 2/3 asleep and I hear the shot and then it sounded like a hailstorm in the woods around me. My buddy had shot at a coyote that came in to his decoys, but took out a sapling and missed. He had however peppered me with #4 copper plated lead. His shot jammed his gun because he was shooting 3” folded crimp shells in a 2-3/4 only gun or I would have caught another shell or two. I only got hit by a couple pieces but they stung. On the way out we jumped a trio of jakes and I landed a hit on the slowest of the bunch to go airborne. Buddies gun was still jammed. Turkey flew out over that small lake and fell dead into it. That pissed me off and in the fussing and cussing I dropped my 20ga Mossberg and broke the buttstock at the wrist.

 

[DustyGmt]

These are the people that scare me in the woods. If it's brown it's down, and sometimes all it has to do is move and the jerk is touching off. The guy who delivers our electrical supplies to us had a brother who was shot and killed hunting, with an arrow....... 25 ft up in his tree stand. Not exactly sure how that worked out but the shooter got a slap on the wrist for it. It's strange because I remember hearing about it in the news years before and then it randomly turned out to be the brother of our delivery guy.

I hope you and your pals all gave your buddy reams of grief for not only shooting his pickup, but also that business from the hip. Lol.

 

[DustyGmt]

The only mishap I've had I shouldn't even admit to...
I was teaching a safety class, stressing the point that every firearm should be considered loaded... even when you "know" it's not.
Then shot a hole in the ceiling of the classroom! With my own weapon, that I was intimately familiar with!
Everyone assumed I did it on purpose to prove my point but that wasn't the case.
For those wondering how I accomplished that, I really don't know where the cartridge came from.
I was using my 1911a1, which I knew had a loaded magazine and empty chamber.
I was explaining each step as I went and demonstrating them at the same time.
I removed the magazine & set it down, then locked the slide open, inspected the chamber to verify it was empty and also looked through the ejection port down through the magazine hole.
Pointed it straight up, closed the slide with my thumb & pulled the trigger... expecting a "click" only it wasn't a click!
Then at a pathetic attempt at self-redemption I said... "and THAT is why you ALWAYS assume every weapon is loaded."
A short time later I counted the rounds in the magazine... all 7 were present. I still don't know where #8 came from.

That's haunting. Either it's a glitch in the matrix or something is a lil out of order in the sequence of events as you remember it. But if Rule #2 (muzzle always pointed in safe direction) is always followed, the worst case scenario is some rose red cheeks, a lil heart aryrthmia and some stained undies....

 

[Speedo66]

Think about all the poor judgement, dangerous techniques, near misses, and unfortunate hits we've just read about here, a small sample.

Now magnify that by the hundreds of thousands of hunters out there each year.

It's a miracle we're all still alive! I'd laugh, but they're all handling dangerous instruments and it's no joke.

 

[HowieG]

What I don't understand is why they put deer crossings in the worst possible places!
They are always on remote forested roads, often on corners too.
Why not put them out in the open on straight ateas where people can see them and the deer can safely cross?

Mostly don't have that problem here. Lots of out in the open. Sometimes you get ambushed though. I almost had a crash with an elk standing with his ass facing me in the middle of the highway in the dark, but that was a headlight distance thing more than a curved forest road thing. That was down in Catron County where the elk population is larger than the people population. Elk + dark + high speed + short range = big danger.

 

[jak67429]

he was refered to after that as Barney. since we only allowed him 1 round in the rifle and 1 in his pocket.

 

[mgmorden]

with a shotgun and buckshot. The bushes moved and he fired and hit his father

Exact same thing happened with my Uncle shooting my father/his brother. 3 buckshot through the shoulder but thankfully he survived. My mother tells the story somewhat comically now:
Their uncle (my great-uncle) was driving him to the hospital with my mom in the car - apparently blood everywhere. He's telling my mom my dad will be fine and its not even that bad. When they are at the hospital and get my dad on the stretcher my mom is going in and can hear my great-uncle telling another guy (thinking my mom is out of ear-shot) - "yeah my nephew got shot. I swear I don't think he's gonna make it".

Poor man has caught hell. This was after at 11 years old falling through a window and slicing out his right bicep mostly paralyzing his hand. He has to pull a trigger with his ring finger now but it still a hell of a fast wingshot with a pump action.