Have you ever been shot?

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Jeff Burgess

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Long read but worth it.
Facebook throws memories up each day from the past and this one came today.
I had just bought a mosin 91/30 and was at the range with it. Before I shot it in paper I thought I would see if I could hit the steel plate at 100 yards first.
Well I shot and heard the WRAP of the steel plate but at the very same millisecond it came back and went through the side of my left knee. OMG did it hurt, think the pain was More of the heat of the bullet then the wound itself. I was the only one there and it was a long drive out and to the house. Called my wife and was hoping she would be calm but that would not be the case by the screaming on other end of the phone.
This is where things get crazy, I was not that long out of a stem cell transplant for cancer and still had to where a mask in public places.
I knew the bullet had missed bone or hope it did but we went to the ER to make sure a piece of the bullet is still not in there so I wouldn’t get a infection.
Well when nurse ask me what was wrong I said I’d been shot. Well this sets off a series of events. They are required to report it to the police and so they are there asking me questions. It seems they think I am trying to hide my identity by wearing the mask. They had to get in touch with the transplant unit to confirm my story. They have my name and ID so this is screwed up. Xrays show nothing broke and only repair is a few stitches the BMP unit calls me to give me a what for and tells me to stop doing that. Heck like I meant to. Little cance don’t stop me lol
 
I have been shot, sorta. Back when I was young and stupid, I placed down some 22LR cartridges on a stump (primer end towards me) and proceeded to shoot them. On one shot, the case came back and embedded into me leg, just below my knee, hollow end first, buried flush and made a perfect cookie cutter hole. Got to the house and cleaned it good and bandaged it up. My mom came home and asked what happened, told her I was running though the woods and tree branch poked me, lol.
 
I got hit in the face with a double ought buck pellet that ricocheted of a lexan window we were testing for bullet resistance. My friend shot it with his 12 gauge and a slug came back and hit me in the face to the left of the bottom of my nose. I thought the neck to me had sucker punched me in the face REAL HARD! :what:
The buckshot lodged under the skin. I popped it out and one of the “tough guys” with us almost feinted. Hahaha.
My friend drive me to Urgent Care and I talked to a local police officer / male RN. He interrogated me as he put 4 stitches in my face. :thumbup:
 
No, fortunately not. I've been closer to it a few times than I wanted to be.

My Grandfather slapped a guy with a meat saw that was attempting to rob his meat counter. The pistol discharged and hit him at the waist line. He found the bullet in his pocket that night when he got home and undressed.

My oldest Son shot himself when he was 2 years old. My Wife came home from work, dropped her purse in a chair and headed to the kitchen to prepare supper. My Son got the pistol out of Her purse somehow and managed to work the double action. The bullet hit him in the stomach and exited out of his side nicking the hip bone. We went through 3 major surgeries and a couple of weeks in ICU. He recovered fully except that the missing part of his colon causes him some trouble if he gets a stomach virus. He enjoys shooting, hunts with me and we have shot together in competition. My Grandson enjoys shooting and hunting with us. Scary times!

I have been hit by the occasional bullet that bounced off of the backstop. An attention getter for sure but pretty much a non event.

Edited to ad, I've been peppered a few times from across a 30 or 40 acre field while Dove hunting. From that for away and the shot falling it was pretty much a non event. Didn't really consider that as being shot.
 
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Running a bowling pin match about fifteen years ago, in December, and I got hit by a .40 s&w bounceback. Left a nasty bruise on my sternum and made me glad that I had on three layers of clothes and safety glasses. We quit shooting after the temp got below 45 degrees. That plastic coating on the pins gets darn hard. Might have been worse if it hit me in the face. (some will debate that).
 
In my late teens I had the bright idea to take a brace and bit and drill a hole in a cedar tree at the pistol range I made at my parents house. I placed a loaded 12 gauge shotgun round in the hole and got back to my shooting bench at 25 yards. I was shooting the most accurate handgun I have ever had in my life (52 now) a Ruger MK II Stainless Bull barrel. I had it scoped and was in the sandbags when I attempted to put a bullet in the primer of that shotgun shell. I pulled the trigger and was rewarded with the sound of a 22 bullet bouncing off my head right above the hairline. I wasn’t sure what had happened but my mom freaked out when I went in the back door with blood running down my forehead, in my eyes and all down my face. Thankfully it hit at enough of a angle that it didn’t penetrate my skull. After getting patched up and a major butt chewing I went out to figure out what went wrong. I had planned for the shell to explode but that didn’t quite work out. The shotgun shell was still there. The primer was gone and upon further examination I found all the powder in the shell was gone. That bullet hit the primer which set the powder charge off and shot that bullet right back at me and hit my head about 6 inches above the axis of the 22 pistol barrel I was shooting. There wasn’t a mark on the end of that shell. It just looked like it didn’t have a primer anymore. I couldn’t have lined that shot up any better with a slide rule. Truly a 1 in a million shot!
 
Shot in right forearm on deployment in '06. Probably AK, but I really don't know- there was lots of shooting. Didn't hit the bone, but put a 1" exit wound on the inside of the muscle. I was sure the bones were shattered, it turns out having a big hole in your body feels like everything is broke (to me at least). Also collected fragments of RPG, grenades, bullets, etc.
 
In Jr high I was shooting airgun silhouettes in my back yard. I decided to check to see if my old Crosman 3-5-7 air pistol still had any CO2 left in the cartridge.... it did. It also had one .177 pellet left in the cylinder, too. That, I stupidly assumed, was empty.

The pellet lodged pretty deep in my left palm making it curl into a semi-fist, but it hardly bled. I went to a neighbors house to borrow a tweezer and took it home. I pulled out the pellet and a perfect DE wadcutter shaped piece of flesh, put on a band aid and returned the tweezer. Living in Berkeley at that time I certainly never told Mom how I got “a splinter” in my hand, but boy did I learn a lesson about “unloaded” guns!!!

I still have a .177 sized white scar smack in the middle of my left hand o_O.

Stay safe!
 
Shot? No. Shot at? Plenty. Closest I got was standing tower guard overseas when a 107mm rocket screamed overhead and exploded 100ish feet in front of me. Peppered me with a few pieces of shrapnel. All stopped by either my vest or bounced off my helmet. I had a long smoke after that while I pulled out the stuck pieces with Leatherman pliers.
 
I got shot in the face, chest and arm with a shotgun loaded birdshot when some guys wanted to scare my father and I away from our camp site.

Got hit by a richochet from a revolver (.38 I think, he was aiming at me but missed and it skipped off the asphalt and hit me anyway. Lead part hit me after separating from the jacket) in the leg from a brawl in the parking lot of a liquor store in 1990 in Duarte California. Nothing good happens after midnight unless it involves a girl, go home.
 

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Closest I came was when I shot myself in the foot with a Pellet pistol. Super nice, extremely accurate gun that has a Olympic style 6 way trigger adjustment Could adjust it down to mere ounces. Unfortunately, when It arrived, someone from the factory had adjusted it down the the farthest point and did not take the time to bring it up. The gun went off by itself. Just took a nudge. Thankfully I had it pointed down. Just goes to show you, to be careful all the time. Never know when that bang will happen. Fortunately for me, it was just a 177.cal wad cutter and just missed the bone. The Doctor that cut it out, told me when I was leaving. " Goodby, Don't shoot yourself in the foot"

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Hit with BB's a few times growing up, but won't go there. I was hit by a 357 mag ricochet once. It was at a dump site and I was shooting at an old cabinet that had been dumped. The bullet passed all the way through and hit some unseen rocks on the other side. I saw the bullet coming back at me and hit my leg below the knee. It stung, but didn't penetrate. I thought it was a piece of the rock until I picked it up. It was too hot to hold onto for a minute or so.
 
I caught a shotgun pellet in the face once. My wife wanted to see the duck hunting club I was helping to build, so I took her out there, showed her the cool blinds we had built, the irrigation pumps supplying the fields planted with millet, and the path along the creek where we were both hit with shot bounced off the surface of the creek by some ****** jump shooting ducks on the other side. He got pretty hysterical when he found out we had been hit. My wife caught it in the thick down coat she was wearing, and I got hit below my lower lip, which bled slightly through my glorious, luxurious, manly beard. Later that night I figured it was still in there, so I went to an urgent care clinic the next morning. An X-ray determined that it was, and the attending doc called it a #6 pellet, and said it would be easier to leave it in. I thought it was a #4, and that evening I numbed my lip with ice and Jameson's , found a #11 scalpel in my lawsuitworthy med bag and removed it from inside my lip. More Jameson's, and I was good to go.

It was indeed a #4...
 
Came real close.
When I was young and stupid, I had a Ruger MKII in my front pocket and the safety was off.
I went to pull it out of my pocket and obviously had my finger on the bang switch because it went off and the bullet went through the floor of the house, right in front of my foot. My leg was burning so I dropped my pants and there's about a six inch red line down the front of my thigh.

Pretty scary. And part of the reason I'm so particular about gun safety now.
 
dropped a 10/22 mag when i was loading it, the little bugger when over a inch into my leg. it did not feel much because i have a large scare there from a bike wreck and the sot has little felling from all the scare tissue. i puled it out with some forceps.
 
Exposed hammers and mesh jacket liners do not mix. Walked the dog in light rain with a N.A.A. 22magnum blackwidow in the belt holster that came with it took off rain jacket and the hammer hung in the liner just enough to pull out of the holster and drop to the tile floor. The first bounce on the concrete floor was fine ,but knocked it from the safety notch between cylinders to line up on a round the second bounce went bang! Dog barks and runs ,wife screams what happened and I reply just shot myself. Round entered below right ankle ,thru leather boot across achilles tendon and exited about 2 inch above ankle on left side missing bone thru boot and embeded in ceiling.Trip to E.R. wife drops off at door goes to park car .I walk in to crowd ,get paper work told to see nurse who ask what is wrong ,told her gunshot . She said we don't joke about things like that here so I sat my bleeding leg on her nice clean desk. Things changed quickly and when my wife showed up she was escorted back by 2 cops asking her why she shot me and where was the gun . Explained to them what happened and they still wanted the gun so I said I may have shot myself but not stupid enough to bring a gun to the E.R. ,most trouble got from it I missed 2 days work during inventory and was accused of doing it on purpose.
 
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Aside from a BB gun, I thankfully haven't despite an ND with my .38 in the car. Missed my leg by inches and deafened me, but the biggest damage was blowing the button off the shift lever and a new rattling sound as the deformed bullet rolled back and forth in a subframe rail. Did eventually recover it, still have it as a reminder to pay some dang attention.

My dad has, though. Squirrel hunting with a friend. Guy shoots a squirrel, which falls into a bush. Dad goes after it. Must of been a heck of a squirrel, because the friend figured the bush rustling as a 6'7" guy went in was still a target. Caught a load of shot in the back.
Dad walked back, handed him his gun, and told him he's going home. Got home, locked himself in the garage with a mirror, bottle of rubbing alcohol, and pair of needlenose pliers. Actually got a few out before he decided that maybe mom telling him to go to the ER really wasn't such a bad idea.
His friend hasn't touched a gun since.
 
Caught almost a full load of #8 shot testing a piece of “bulletproof glass” a friend of mine gave me. Hit me all over the face and upper body only missing the area the shotgun covered. Spent 2 days picking all the shot out, was like 100+ large blackheads. About a year previous I shot a 20ga slug at a rock and saw a piece of the slug coming back in slow motion and embedded in my cheek.
 
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