Discussion in 'General Gun Discussions' started by frogfurr, May 15, 2021.
One very long and very cold morning rabbit hunting, I pulled the mag out from my ruger 10/22 as I was unloading it so we could walk home. I dropped the magazine on a rock and a round went off, me and my buddy said what are the chances of that happening. We walked home, about 1/2 mile we each went home to warm up.
As I got home mom said you better take a hot shower after being out all morning to warm up.
Side note a few years before I had a bad bike accident, one Injury was a 12" gash to the bone in my left leg. Even now I have very little feeling in that area just above my kneecap .
So I'm in the bathroom getting undressed, right boot off no problem left about 2" full of blood. Kinda freaked out were it was coming from, I had black jeans on so the blood was not seen on the pants. Pull them down and see a small hole just above my knee on the right side. The bullet was about a inch under the skin.
I had thought it was brass, but it was the bullet. A few more inches and that could have hit the boys from that angle of not my artery. I couldn't believe I felt nothing, I figured since I have little feeling there and my legs were cold is why I felt nothing.
Fortunately, it was only 1/2 of a .30-30 round that ricocheted off a piece of steel in the test firing tube. If it'd been the whole thing, we wouldn't be having this discussion. 4 stitches, a bottle of Vicodin and a coule days off work. They did a CAT scan to be sure no shards of bone came off inside the skull.
My Dad shot at a hen woody in the mulberry bush it landed when I was on the opposite side. Dirt, shot, and a little duck blood hit my duck coat, but fortunately did not penetrate. I was 13 at the time, the first and only time I called my dad what would have gotten me a whoopin' otherwise.
My son son shot a .45 LC Cowboy load at a log, and it bounced off, arced high in the air and landed on top of my stomach. (I was squatting down at the time) It didn't have any speed to it, thankfully.
Sometimes I wonder if my family isn't out to kill me.
OH!! you mean by a firearm...naw, and I don't envy those that have.....
The second time was 100% my own fault. I had a CO2 pistol that on high power, was pretty impressively strong. One problem it had when it was on high power was it would freeze up. One day I was shooting it in my basement, and I had it on high power and the whole middle section of the gun was white with frost, and it wouldn't fire. I shook it and pulled the trigger a few times with nothing happening. I was reaching for a rag I had sitting on a shelf, and I pulled the trigger and it went off, and went right through my left hand. It went between the bones in my palm and I saw it come out and hit the wall and just bounce off. It hurt worse than my face shot did, but being a hand wound, it didn't bleed all that much. I put peroxide on both sides of my hand and then some antiseptic. Most of my hand turned purple, but it was totally healed up in about 2 weeks.
"There is nothing quite so exhilarating as being shot at, and missed."
And leave it at that.
Back years ago as a LEO, I can say “Been there, done that.”
It bled like crazy and felt like a cigarette cherry was being put out in my knee.
The pins were swinging back and forth, I must have hit one at the wrong angle cause, it ricocheted back and hit me in the shin.
Didn't penetrate, felt like someone hit me with a baseball bat.
That was the end of my swinging bowling pin shoots.
A few of my fellow combat vets also Contacted me and think it is in bad taste.
I'm not dragging up my bad memories for your amusement.
This sub forum isn't my area so I defer to the resident mod, but somebody should be ashamed of himself.
I was going to tell a story about the prick neighbor kid that shot me with a BB gun and what I did to his gun afterwards. But after 1942bull’s post, never mind. I’m glad you lived to tell the story.
Plenty of people have good memories of being shot and are more than willing to tell war stories.
I'm a combat veteran.
I'm well aware that a lot of my brothers, and sisters are fighting monsters inside at times, because I was too there for a while, ( a good while, and I can't say it doesn't bother me even now from time to time) but you can't run from it forever. If it's bothering you, you need to go to the VA, or a brother, and talk about it. I also know that after spending 28 years around soldiers, if there's one thing we're know for... it's bad taste... lol. A lot of us have a type of gallows humor that actually HELPS us get buy in dealing with some of the crap we've seen and/or done. We're the type of people that when things are scary as hell, will cut up with a really messed up joke, or comment that will release the tension, and get us back on track to dealing with the task at hand with a smile our our faces, or a "Shut the **** up Carl". (Although "Carl" can also be just a plain old dumbass)
That being said, I've been shot AT, a lot, (occupational hazard) but I've never been SHOT directly. I've been hit by ricochets twice. (neither bad) I've also had my truck blown out from under me. (I'd rather I was shot)
If you REALLY wanna get dark...
I spent 10 years as a correctional officer in a SHU of a level 4 lock up. I've had poop & pee thrown on me, (numerous times) had the snot kicked outta me, (numerous times) been bit, (went THROUGH my watch strap, and took a chunk out of my wrist) been stabbed twice... had a $20,000 price on my head for breaking up their little smuggling operation with dirty staff...
I've been struck by a car as a pedestrian.
I've been in a tank wreck where I bit the loader's hatch losing most of my teeth...
Been in 3 car accidents. Twice struck from behind, once (post IED retirement) I had a seizure and crashed into a seed company warehouse...
My friends and I played war with BB guns as kids...
AND... I've had this world ending plague. (big deal, I was miserable for two weeks)
Basically, I'm unkillable.
I just have to wait for God to say it's my time.
PS. I'm not really "unkillable" that would be the gallows humor...
Worked at a gas station while going to school, got kidnapped, beaten up and shot.
Shot with a .380, bullet passed between my femur and femoral artery in my right leg.
Not a fun day.
BTW, I quit that job.
I have to agree. This forum is full of veterans and police officers.
Asking them to relive that is poor taste.
And there are several similar older threads.
Just don't be too descriptive it's not necessary and some are more squeamish than others.
Bullet fragments. Vietnam. Not serious. Didn't even know I was hit until after firefight.
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