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Do airsoft guns count?
Have you ever been shot at or threatened with a gun?
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41magsnub
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In the Army in Missouri (Fort Lost in the Woods) a turkey hunter took a shot at me rustling brush while I was on point on a field exersize. Had I had anything, even blanks, I would have been shooting back. Instead all I could do was drop and start yelling at him. He did miss luckily.
BobbyQuickdraw
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Shot at when I was a good deal younger. Some punks (possibly a gang I guess) were in an abandoned building. I was walking with my cousins and one of them hears something go by his head. Looks up and sees into the window and there are like 4 or more guys and one of them has a rifle, probably a .22. I still haven't even noticed anything and my cousins just yell "RUN" and they take off and I take off after them.
I know for damned sure I've never run that far or that fast again, took the long way home and probably covered at least a mile at pretty much full sprint for as long as I could. None of us were injured.
I know for damned sure I've never run that far or that fast again, took the long way home and probably covered at least a mile at pretty much full sprint for as long as I could. None of us were injured.
I was at a shoooting but not directly in the line of fire. Did roll into a gutter behind a car and wished I had a gun.
Only time I was threatened was by three Chicago cops a block away from a robbery. Car pulled up next to me and a buddy. .38 in my side as I looked into a .45 across the car just before I hit the trunk of the car. Quick pat down, 30 seconds of questions, and off they went.
Only time I was threatened was by three Chicago cops a block away from a robbery. Car pulled up next to me and a buddy. .38 in my side as I looked into a .45 across the car just before I hit the trunk of the car. Quick pat down, 30 seconds of questions, and off they went.
stevereno1
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I was quail hunting with my friend Dick Cheney...
iiibdsiil
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Had an ND in the car that required me to check my toes... But I suspect you didn't mean that, so I voted no. 
revolverman357
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Two friends and myself had stopped along a country road to check a tire, and all of a sudden some guy came speeding down the road and locked up his breaks, slid sideways and jumped out of the car with a 12ga shotgun and fired 3 shots at us and missed over our heads. He then demanded all our money we had. After he got the money and left, we collected the empty shells and went to a local PD.....the police did not believe us and told us to leave. The guy only got about 40 bucks.
middleground
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I voted yes, but a “kind of” option would be more accurate.
I was in Belize City, Belize in central America on vacation about 5 years ago. I was in my early 20’s at the time. I had met some other Americans, and we decided to ignore the advice of the hostel owners, and go out on the town.
In order to save taxi money (probably all of $0.50) me and another guy decided to walk home…apparently through the bad part of town.
A young guy rides past on a bike, jumps off, pulls a gun, and says “gimmie what you got.”
I guess we didn’t move quickly enough because the mugger fired a shot into the ground near our feet. We ended up fighting the guy and getting his gun. DUMB…DUMB…DUMB. Dumbest thing I have ever done. No serious injuries (other then a broken nose and stitches) but we exposed ourselves to greater danger over no more then $100.
After action review:
-Belizean hospitals are very dirty and scary
-Belizean cops will ask for gas money in order to drive you from the hospital to the hostel.
-For a few years, I could work myself up pretty badly if I thought back to that night
-I still see dark city streets differently then I did then
I was in Belize City, Belize in central America on vacation about 5 years ago. I was in my early 20’s at the time. I had met some other Americans, and we decided to ignore the advice of the hostel owners, and go out on the town.
In order to save taxi money (probably all of $0.50) me and another guy decided to walk home…apparently through the bad part of town.
A young guy rides past on a bike, jumps off, pulls a gun, and says “gimmie what you got.”
I guess we didn’t move quickly enough because the mugger fired a shot into the ground near our feet. We ended up fighting the guy and getting his gun. DUMB…DUMB…DUMB. Dumbest thing I have ever done. No serious injuries (other then a broken nose and stitches) but we exposed ourselves to greater danger over no more then $100.
After action review:
-Belizean hospitals are very dirty and scary
-Belizean cops will ask for gas money in order to drive you from the hospital to the hostel.
-For a few years, I could work myself up pretty badly if I thought back to that night
-I still see dark city streets differently then I did then
Two times for me. First time, I'd left a loaded pistol in my home. An idiot guest picked it up, aimed at my chest and pulled the trigger. If it hadn't have been on safety, I was dead. That's when I learned to not leave loaded firearms laying around where idiots might find them.
Second time was while working an all nighter. About 2 AM, a suspected burglary was called in and the Harris County Sheriff's deputies busted in and held a .45 to my head till I convinced them I was innocent. The lesson learned that night is that work will kill you.
Second time was while working an all nighter. About 2 AM, a suspected burglary was called in and the Harris County Sheriff's deputies busted in and held a .45 to my head till I convinced them I was innocent. The lesson learned that night is that work will kill you.
Troutman
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First three happened. These things happen.
If one makes it out okay Life goes on, though…One wishes for #4…What is one to do? Train….Prepare…Act, accordingly?
Their are worse things in life as well.
Being burned alive is worse? Never been down that road, though.
If one makes it out okay Life goes on, though…One wishes for #4…What is one to do? Train….Prepare…Act, accordingly?
Their are worse things in life as well.
Being burned alive is worse? Never been down that road, though.
Corpsman
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Bunch of times. Mostly doing Uncle's thing. Locally, in '94, I was driving on a main drag with my wife and kids in the car. A light pickup pulls up next to us at a stop light. This teenage kid in the bed of the truck is standing, wearing blue jeans bloused over jump boots, an old Air Force flight jacket and a skinhead haircut. He looks over into my car and apparently noticed my wife, who is of Asian/Native American/Irish ancestry. He begins doing this chant of "Race traitor, mud people, you are going to die" while making the Nazi salute.
I reach under the seat and place my S&W Model 29 in my lap and keep an eye on him. They take off in a different direction. Soon thereafter, we pulled into a gas station and see all three of the males from that same pickup on the ground and in cuffs. Seems they had confronted some black dudes who were GI's out of uniform and had fired an SKS at the GI's. An 11 year old boy in a neighboring apartment was wounded by a stray SKS round in the ensuing exchange of fire. That one could have turned real bad maybe 6 different ways.
I reach under the seat and place my S&W Model 29 in my lap and keep an eye on him. They take off in a different direction. Soon thereafter, we pulled into a gas station and see all three of the males from that same pickup on the ground and in cuffs. Seems they had confronted some black dudes who were GI's out of uniform and had fired an SKS at the GI's. An 11 year old boy in a neighboring apartment was wounded by a stray SKS round in the ensuing exchange of fire. That one could have turned real bad maybe 6 different ways.
TexasSkyhawk
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Voted before I saw the "not as a soldier or police officer."
Been shot three times, twice in the service and once in law enforcement. All three times hurt. The second time in the military nearly killed me. Thank God for Navy corpsmen.
What it did for me was instill a tremendous, stinking contempt for those who think combat and shootouts and police SWAT situations are "cool" and a test of "manhood" and "you're not a shooter until you've shot/killed somebody."
Not a damn thing pleasant, cool or "manhood" about it. Neither is the taking of another human's life.
Civilian, soldier, cop . . . don't matter. Shot is shot, and shooting back is shooting back. Ain't none of it fun or glamorous.
I prefer to shoot at sillouhettes and paper. Call me a puss, but paper don't shoot back and I don't know if I want to try and survive a fourth gunshot.
Jeff
Been shot three times, twice in the service and once in law enforcement. All three times hurt. The second time in the military nearly killed me. Thank God for Navy corpsmen.
What it did for me was instill a tremendous, stinking contempt for those who think combat and shootouts and police SWAT situations are "cool" and a test of "manhood" and "you're not a shooter until you've shot/killed somebody."
Not a damn thing pleasant, cool or "manhood" about it. Neither is the taking of another human's life.
Civilian, soldier, cop . . . don't matter. Shot is shot, and shooting back is shooting back. Ain't none of it fun or glamorous.
I prefer to shoot at sillouhettes and paper. Call me a puss, but paper don't shoot back and I don't know if I want to try and survive a fourth gunshot.
Jeff
I was shot 3 times by the SAME WOMAN!! Opening day of dove season in So Cal (Yes..I have LONG SINCE moved).... walking rolling scrub with my buddy one ridge over. On the opposite ridge, a man and his female companion. I do tho REQUIRED "LOOK, I'm here..good hunting!" wave, and they waved back. 5 minutes later, a flight of doves thru the valley....I drop one...tracking #2...see the couple and pull up short. BOOM!!! OUCH!! Yep...she fired and missed the dove, but hit the Turkey!! Granted, it was #7 or 8 at 100 yds...but it was more than "getting rained". So I yell over a polite, "we are hunting close here, please be careful". 5 minutes later, a deja vu repeat, except I saw her and got my back turned. NOW I was a little less polite.."Pal, if your wife doesnt know gun safety, opening morning is NOT the time to learn..next time I will take it personally" Not 20 minutes later, guess what? Now, this was 30 years ago...Led Zeppelin still had Jon Bonham, etc. I was a younger and ummm...yeah, I was younger. So getting shot the 3rd time...I let out a blood curdling yell, scream "You want a WAR?? YOU GOT IT!!" fire 2 rounds to the sides of them and start charging thru the brush in their direction. Needless to say, my buddy who has been watching me get shot is now in a puddle on the OTHER ridge...drenched in urine from laughing! They ran over the back side of THEIR ridge, and the brush I was in hurt WAY MORE than the birdshot did! I think back and regret probably scaring that girl away from hunting, but darn it..a man has to know his limits! Mine are getting shot three times!
Granted, it was #7 or 8 at 100 yds...but it was more than "getting rained". So I yell over a polite, "we are hunting close here, please be careful". 5 minutes later, a deja vu repeat, except I saw her and got my back turned. NOW I was a little less polite.."Pal, if your wife doesnt know gun safety, opening morning is NOT the time to learn..next time I will take it personally" Not 20 minutes later, guess what? Now, this was 30 years ago...Led Zeppelin still had Jon Bonham, etc. I was a younger and ummm...yeah, I was younger. So getting shot the 3rd time...I let out a blood curdling yell, scream "You want a WAR?? YOU GOT IT!!" fire 2 rounds to the sides of them and start charging thru the brush in their direction. Needless to say, my buddy who has been watching me get shot is now in a puddle on the OTHER ridge...drenched in urine from laughing! They ran over the back side of THEIR ridge, and the brush I was in hurt WAY MORE than the birdshot did! I think back and regret probably scaring that girl away from hunting, but darn it..a man has to know his limits! Mine are getting shot three times!I was mugged in Boston by a guy with an icepick looking homemade shank. I was 18. Never been threatened or shot at with a gun though.
I have friends who have. One got hit with 4 rounds from an uzi i believe, through the back door of the car he was in. They hit him in the side and the leg. He was luckily near the hospital when it happened, and nearly bled to death. Another guy heard a shot as he sped off after burning some guy for 10dollars worth of weed. Both of those were in high school.
The guy who's apartment i was leaving when i got mugged had a guy with a gun come into his apartment- he knocked, they answered, he forced his way in, gun drawn. He spent quite a while explaining to them that while he liked them, he was a bad drug addict, and he "needed" their stuff. He walked around the place, and talked with them about their stuff and how much it was worth. I forget what he left with.
I have friends who have. One got hit with 4 rounds from an uzi i believe, through the back door of the car he was in. They hit him in the side and the leg. He was luckily near the hospital when it happened, and nearly bled to death. Another guy heard a shot as he sped off after burning some guy for 10dollars worth of weed. Both of those were in high school.
The guy who's apartment i was leaving when i got mugged had a guy with a gun come into his apartment- he knocked, they answered, he forced his way in, gun drawn. He spent quite a while explaining to them that while he liked them, he was a bad drug addict, and he "needed" their stuff. He walked around the place, and talked with them about their stuff and how much it was worth. I forget what he left with.
Wounded, but not technically shot AT. I was at my parents a few years back, they have a decent piece of land in a semi-rural area. They had some problems with ATV users, so we posted the whole place as "No Trespassing", which, surprisingly enough, actually got rid of the ATVers. Dad left the signs up though, after he found 3 gut piles in the woods less than 200 feet from the house. He didn't mind people hunting, just so long as they cleaned up their mess.
Anyway, one day we hear a couple of shotgun blasts, and a second later the sky is raining shot. Pitter-pat, all around us. Dad goes back into the house, calls the cops who basically brush him off, and we go outside again after a while.
Not even a minute after we go out, we see a guy standing maybe 30 feet into the woods right beside the house. He was kind of stalking along, looking for deer I guess, facing away from us. Dad yells at him, but the guy ignores him, and walks right by one of our signs. Dad is upset by this, and we take off after the guy. Dad yells at him as we approach, but he ignores us, so Dad slaps a hand down on his shoulder.
Well, the guy SCREAMS and pulls both triggers, with the shotty pointing at the ground, then whirls around. He starts to say something, but Dad body checks him into a tree. Dad is yelling, the guy is yelling, and I'm yelling. Dad is mad, the guy is scared, and I'm bleeding. Apparently one of the pellets hit a stone or something in the ground, and it ricocheted off and plinked me just above the knee. No real damage, it just barely broke the skin, but it stung like hell.
It turned out the guy was listening to his radio as he hunted. Seriously, he was walking around with a shotgun and headphones. Dad yells at him for the longest time, and the guy was pretty much crying at this point, ole Pops can get a bit...intense when he wants to. The guy literally runs off after Dad tells him off. I ended up wearing a Band-aid for a week, and we got about a dozen 12ga shells the guy had dropped.
A couple years back, I was driving home through one of those "No go" zones downtown, and an absolute moron of a crackhead tried to get in my truck from the passenger side while holding something that sure looked like a revolver. I punched it into a tire-spinning left, and the dent on the side of the bed made it pretty clear I'd sideswiped him pretty good. It was right in front of the tire too, so hopefully I got his foot with the spinning tire.
Anyway, one day we hear a couple of shotgun blasts, and a second later the sky is raining shot. Pitter-pat, all around us. Dad goes back into the house, calls the cops who basically brush him off, and we go outside again after a while.
Not even a minute after we go out, we see a guy standing maybe 30 feet into the woods right beside the house. He was kind of stalking along, looking for deer I guess, facing away from us. Dad yells at him, but the guy ignores him, and walks right by one of our signs. Dad is upset by this, and we take off after the guy. Dad yells at him as we approach, but he ignores us, so Dad slaps a hand down on his shoulder.
Well, the guy SCREAMS and pulls both triggers, with the shotty pointing at the ground, then whirls around. He starts to say something, but Dad body checks him into a tree. Dad is yelling, the guy is yelling, and I'm yelling. Dad is mad, the guy is scared, and I'm bleeding. Apparently one of the pellets hit a stone or something in the ground, and it ricocheted off and plinked me just above the knee. No real damage, it just barely broke the skin, but it stung like hell.
It turned out the guy was listening to his radio as he hunted. Seriously, he was walking around with a shotgun and headphones. Dad yells at him for the longest time, and the guy was pretty much crying at this point, ole Pops can get a bit...intense when he wants to. The guy literally runs off after Dad tells him off. I ended up wearing a Band-aid for a week, and we got about a dozen 12ga shells the guy had dropped.
A couple years back, I was driving home through one of those "No go" zones downtown, and an absolute moron of a crackhead tried to get in my truck from the passenger side while holding something that sure looked like a revolver. I punched it into a tire-spinning left, and the dent on the side of the bed made it pretty clear I'd sideswiped him pretty good. It was right in front of the tire too, so hopefully I got his foot with the spinning tire.
Autolycus
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It was a drive by shooting in Cicero, IL. Was sitting inside watching tv when we heard bullets bouncing off the brick walls. Someone I was an aquaitance with was shot. It was gang related.
Guitargod1985
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I have never been shot at or threatened with a gun.
I have had someone rob me with a knife at an ATM. The guy told me that if I turned back to look his pal was going to shoot me. I didn't see or hear anyone else, but I wasn't taking any chances, as I was only 19 and could not carry at the time.
I have had someone rob me with a knife at an ATM. The guy told me that if I turned back to look his pal was going to shoot me. I didn't see or hear anyone else, but I wasn't taking any chances, as I was only 19 and could not carry at the time.
I was at a kegger with a buddy who owned the tap. The party was in bad part of town with some punk kids. We were on the second floor and some rounds came threw the window and into the ceiling. One was couple feet away if I was on the first floor I probably wouldn't be here. I have since stopped hanging out with stupid people.
Ironhawk
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I've been in the presence of speeding bullets just once and that was more than enough for me. I was in the eighth grade and hanging out with a buddy in a filburt orchard. Just minding our own business when suddenly this invisble bee sounding thing screams past us, braking a twig just inches above our heads, then another one that nearly touched my left ear. One more almost clipped my friends headed. We took off out of there like lightning. Anyhow, it ended up being a couple of punks with a .22, who said they didn't realize we were down range.
I've pulled targets in the butts at the range. Thats as close as I've come to being shot at. Its a pretty cool sound actually, to hear the bullet whiz over your head and hear the paper snap, then about 1 second later hear the report of the rifle from 500 yards away. Sounds just like it does in the movies.
I'm going to agree with some of the other posts and admit that it would not be cool at all if the person doing the shooting was using me for a target and I didn't have about 8 to 10 feet of solid berm between us.
I'm going to agree with some of the other posts and admit that it would not be cool at all if the person doing the shooting was using me for a target and I didn't have about 8 to 10 feet of solid berm between us.
My first week in the US and my very first day in New York City, I got mugged by three boys -- teens or even pre-teens, hard to tell -- in Morningside Park on the edge of Harlem, right below Columbia University. One of them stuck a revolver in my face, and he was so nervous that he kept pulling the trigger enough to rotate the cylinder. I could see the bullets moving round. Yum.
That encounter ended okay. Of the 14 dollars I had on me, they took 11 and let me keep 3 for train fare back to my girlfriend's place in Westchester. They couldn't believe I was stupid enough to be in that park, but they got the picture when I explained about being English, just arrived from London, and they showed me a safe way to get out of the park without being rousted by any other little criminals.
The only time I've been shot at was in Miami at the start of the crack wars. I was riding along with Metro-Dade serving a warrant when the dope house boss started shooting through the walls. The cops went for cover, but I just stood there like an idiot thinking "Is that SHOOTING?" One of the rounds buzzed past my head close enough for me to feel it. That all ended okay, too. Nobody got hit and the dope guy ran out of ammo and surrendered.
That encounter ended okay. Of the 14 dollars I had on me, they took 11 and let me keep 3 for train fare back to my girlfriend's place in Westchester. They couldn't believe I was stupid enough to be in that park, but they got the picture when I explained about being English, just arrived from London, and they showed me a safe way to get out of the park without being rousted by any other little criminals.
The only time I've been shot at was in Miami at the start of the crack wars. I was riding along with Metro-Dade serving a warrant when the dope house boss started shooting through the walls. The cops went for cover, but I just stood there like an idiot thinking "Is that SHOOTING?" One of the rounds buzzed past my head close enough for me to feel it. That all ended okay, too. Nobody got hit and the dope guy ran out of ammo and surrendered.
I was young and dumb and not in the best place at the time. Its been 10+ years ago we were in to drag racing and were at a gathering of lets just say we were about 10 miles out of town at a cinder block juke joint where folks would gather on Sunday afternoon. We were racing and of course there was a misunderstanding over a friendly wager some of the guys had placed. I was one of 10 white guys there out of probaly 500 people so I guess me and the guy the that was holding the money looked alot alike. Two guys got mad drew weapons and started demanding money of course I was quick to point out I was not the guy and they went on, we left and when we were going going back by to make sure we had gotten everyone we were there with the guys were also leaving standing in the back of a pick up firing back into the crowd. Luckily no one was shot just guys being dumb. I must say my change in outlook was there is a reason we shouldnt have been there and dont think I have been to a street race since. Good news is I have since seen the guy who was pointing the gun and he would come into the parts store I was working at at the time I would always give him a "discount" I dont think he has any idea I was there but I can say he has paid stupid tax on more than one occasion. Being the friendly guy I was I have never confronted him but luckily living in a small town he has paid in more than one way for his actions. I couldnt exactly go to the cops and say hey we were racing at a bootleg joint and had a gun pointed at me but I could turn it over. Sorry for the book I have looked down the barrel of a loaded gun and it aint fun live and learn
Been threatened with a shotgun by an angry driver once. I was riding with my sister and we came up to a red light. We were right behind a guy in a pos truck, the light turned green and the guy just sat there, so my sister gave him a polite honk to let him know the light was green, evidently this really ticked him off, he pulled into the other lane, and right when we drove past he sped up to us and picked up a pistol grip shotgun. My sister gunned it onto the interstate and called the cops.
Funny story, in 3rd grade i got bussed to a school that went k-3rd only but had 2 security guards, one day at lunch a classmate pulled a knife on me for the last piece of pepperoni pizza. I stupidly held on to the pizza and screamed like hell for the security guard. I got my pepperoni pizza and the kid got expelled.
Funny story, in 3rd grade i got bussed to a school that went k-3rd only but had 2 security guards, one day at lunch a classmate pulled a knife on me for the last piece of pepperoni pizza. I stupidly held on to the pizza and screamed like hell for the security guard. I got my pepperoni pizza and the kid got expelled.
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