Have you ever been shot?

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The closest to actually getting shot I experienced was when a fragment of a ricocheted .45 acp (which I shot) hit me in the leg. I bled a little bit and that was it. Kind of stung. "Burned" as others said. WEAR PROTECTIVE EYEWEAR, FOLKS! It was the most minor of firearms injuries, but if I'd been hit in the eye and not wearing safety glasses, I would've lost that eye.
 
I won’t go into my war stories, I’ll just say that in ‘04(Sadr city, Baghdad)someone gave me 2 7.62 rounds to my gut, resulting in a loss of 6’ of large intestine, 248 stitches, 28 staples and
17 stainless steel sutures I’ll carry in me the rest of my life.
Yeh, I’ve been shot.

Mr. Hayes ,

I was inclined to hit "Like" after reading your post , but somehow that did not feel right.
Thank you for your service.
 
A few bouncebacks from shooting .22s and .38s at old tires. I was a slow learner. I don't know about an inflated tire, but even the sidewall of an unmounted tire is pretty resistant to low-power, round nose bullets... lots of flex there to absorb energy, even though it's just mesh and rubber there.


I did get shot in the head with a .44 Magnum Desert Eagle, though.

A friend and I were shooting his DE at the old airport range in Memphis. We'd had a couple of my reloads that failed to fire. Jay shucked them out and continued shooting. When it happened to me, I laid the gun on the bench pointing downrange. I had seen "dud" rounds go off suddenly with other shooters; I didn't want it to happen while I was working the slide, even if nothing had happened when Jay cleared the gun. So I stood there while I counted 60 seconds by my watch. The second time, I laid it on the bench pointed downrange and bent over to pick up some empty brass while I was waiting. As I was straightening up, BOOM! Knocked me down and I saw stars and tweety birds, just like in the cartoons...

Jay had gotten impatient and picked up the gun. I don't know if it was just when the round decided to go off, or if it was the jostling that did it. Fortunately it was still pointing more or less downrange when it went off. Mass time velocity, and all that... 240 grains went one way, and 30,000 grains of gun went the other. The gun wasn't moving nearly as fast as the bullet, thankfully. A loaded Desert Eagle weighs well over four pounds, and it had about a two foot running start when it raised a big knot on the side of my head.

In retrospect it might have been a bad idea to keep shooting after three duds, but I'd had occasional duds from factory ammo, and maybe one out of five on cheap .22LR. I did eventually figure out that the problem was a bad batch of primers, and I wound up throwing away most of a brick of Large Pistol Magnum primers.
 
If close calls are allowed, I'll offer one.
After much hounding and whining, my parents ordered a Fred Bear bow fishing kit for my little Fred Bear entry-level youth bow. I was probably 10 or 11. The kit was the real deal though, barbed arrow, braided line on a rounded spool. You remember.....
My summers were spent harrassing and tormenting the creatures that lived on the banks, waters, and trees of the little creek that ran through our cow pasture.
What fun actually nailing bullfrogs and winding them back in with my Fred Bear bowfishing kit!
Sometimes when you shot it it would play out all the line. You know it took FOREVER to wind it back in, so being no dummy......, I estimated my distance to the unsuspecting frog and gave my braided line s double half-hitch on the retaining clip of the Fred Bear spool. My estimate was very, very good.......only about four feet short. I think the Fred Bear braided line stretched about 46inches...the arrow momentarily hovered quivering about two inches from the unsuspecting frogs spine.......then came rocketing back from whence it came. At a high rate of speed.
Luckily for me, 11 year olds are pretty quick. I was able to stand on my heels with my arms over my head, and turn my body into the shape of a "C", as the arrow whizzed past my bellybutton.
 
Armored farmer, great story. It brought back to mind a similar experience I had one unfruitful day of bass fishing. It had been a frustrating slow day on my favorite cypress covered lake, no bites and I was about to call it a day. My technique on that lake is heavy line with a Texas rigged worm, I stand on the boat deck and cast underhand hard, really hard, keeping the trajectory as flat as possible. I gets the bait way back under the trees where I thumb the spool and stop it where I want it to settle down the roots of specific trees I want to fish.

Well my aim was just really bad this day and for about the third or fourth time I snagged a limb, typically I can patiently lift my bait to the limb flick the rod and the bait hops free. Not this time, at the end of my patience I grabbed the line and yanked, not smart. The moment it broke free I realized what was going down, I saw that 1/2 oz bullet coming right at my face and only had time to lower the bill of my cap enough to cover my eyes. the weight came in just below the brim of the hat and hit my upper lip just below my nose. I still remember the loud pop from the weight hitting bone, I put my hand to my face and came away with mustache hair and blood, it bled for a while. The weight punched through my lip and gums, I'm really surprised it didn't take out a tooth.
 
Shot at more times than I can count with bullets to RPGs (and I wasn't even infantry), never hit or close to it. Got hit in the leg at the indoor shooting range a few months ago with a 9mm ricochet. Didn't break skin but gave me a pause. I wasn't even on the firing line. Standing a couple yards back. I still have it sitting on a shelf.
 
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Only ever been shot by a paintball gun, that wasn't much fun. I grew up shooting BB guns and 22lr but never managed to shoot myself (or get shot by someone else fortunately). Dad was always adamant about gun safety, I attribute the outcome to his teachings. Closest I've come is taking some jacket to the chest shooting 9mm a little too close to my steel targets, but even that was pretty minimal compared to some of what I've read in this thread.

We had a house party in college when I was a sophomore, my roommates girlfriend was in the kitchen just hanging out when someone (not me) started shooting an airsoft gun. Well one of the pellets ricocheted and she lost half a front tooth that night. Poor girl. Be careful about who you hang out with.

Overall I try to keep safety at the forefront and not take it for granted, all it takes is one mistake.
 
Down on the range one night, I was spoting for a friend when I got a sharp rap on my shin. Looked down to see a perfectly round lead ball that had come back at me from two lanes down from a bloke shooting a BP pistol with not enough powder. the ball just bounced straight back!
 
I’ve been accidentally peppered on a dove field once. And intentionally shot at by a real piece of work duck hunting. Guy on the other side of the creek didn’t like that I had a better spread and was a better caller than he was. I’d also toted 3 large decoy bags full of deeks almost a 1/4 mile by myself, was set up way before sunlight, and was well hidden. The ducks would fly over, he’d blow his call like some duck on crack and they would flare and come to my spread. After about the 4th duck I shot like this he started shooting at every duck that came in. Didn’t drop a single one. Then as he was leaving after he had picked up his 6 decoys, he turned and unloaded his gun at me. Not in my general direction, at me. Put a few holes in my decoys and stung my back. I started carrying a few slugs with me after that.

An accident I can deal with. Intentionally shooting at me will now cause a return fire.
 
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A Marine fiend of my son's (war buddies) got hit square in the back with an AK round from close range. His armor plate saved his life. He was moving forward to help an Afgan Soldier who got shot in the neck. The Afgan Soldier died from his wounds, my son's friend got shot a second time in the arm while trying to stop the bleeding from the neck wound on the Afgan soldier. He always talked about the burn. He is pretty messed up sometimes. My son was involved in some of the same firefights, he was a machine gunner. He never got shot, but got blown up in an IED, and plenty of rock particles to the face while being shot at as a machine gunner.
 
Splatter from steel shooting. Sometimes it can come way back! Only once did it produce more than a drop of blood and even that wasn't much.

Shooting my air rifle. Had a target pinned to an old piece of half-inch plywood. Pellet came straight back and hit me between the eyes just above the bridge of my shooting glasses. Hurt real good though no real damage, but a matchhead sized bruise. Sure made me cross-eyed for a minute. Went to using cardboard as my target backer.
 
one time a long while ago I was shooting bullseye one night and a piece of splatter from the backstop whacked me in the face. left a mark but no blood.
 
Almost 60 years ago a young friend pointed a bb gun at me, point blank. I put my left hand over the muzzle and moved it out of line with my head and he pulled the trigger. I've carried that silly red dot on my left palm ever since. Weird.
 

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When I was in fifth grade one of the neighbor kids got all bent out of shape and decided to shoot me with one of those beginner bows for children.
Bad idea.
Even worse, he tried to do it face-to-face.
While he was screaming at me I reached over and broke the arrow in half.
He got so confused that he released the bow string, driving the stub of the arrow about an inch into his left forearm.
Blood everywhere.
His mother tried to have me arrested for harming her kid.
I just pointed out that it wasn't my fault if the idiot shot himself with a faulty toy while he was trying to shoot me.
 
Been hit by ricochets a few times at a range with a poor backstop. Mostly non-events.
One time though I came across an old cast iron intake manifold from a Ford V8 that someone had discarded in the woods. So being young and stupid I shot it with the Browning Hi Power 9mm I had with me. One handed with my right hand. Left hand was at my side. I didn't feel anything but my friend noticed I immediately started bleeding from my left hand. I had what I thought was a graze to the side of my hand, half way between the knuckle of my pinky and my wrist. Got back to his house and I cleaned it and bandaged it.
About a week later I was wondering why it wasn't healing. Started fiddling with the wound and pulled out the copper jacket of that 9mm FMJ.
 
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