How long did it take you to realize you were being shot at?

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First one's easy. I was fox hunting, holding at the end of some standing corn. Fox is visible from the other end and the guys there open up with 12 ga #4 buckshot. The shot coming thru the corn sounded like paper shredding. I hit the frozen ground instantly

I was cutting firewood when a dipstick kid that was rabbit hunting opened up at a rabbit that ran between me and him. One .22 went just to the right of my head and one to the left. Kind of a tearing/zinging sound
 
Several seconds. While I was active duty I was doing radio duty on a foot patrol exercise near our base. My squad leader took a wrong turn and we started hearing what sounded like bees buzzing past us. As we kept walking we eventually noticed dirting spitting up from the ground. A closer look revealed a lot of spent rounds all over the ground.

Turns out he had walked us right into the downrange path of the local shooting club. Bullets were coming over the back berm and landing all around us. We ended up ditching behind a piece of natural cover to check the map and high tailing it out of there on foot.
 
My squad leader took a wrong turn and we started hearing what sounded like bees buzzing past us.
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LOL! Reminds me of the Daffy Duck cartoon where he's a salesman walking up to the house where the mobsters are holed up. "Darn pesky mosquitoes...":p
 
First time, I was leaning against the outside of my bunker having a smoke (daytime) and heard/felt a slight thump in the sandbag next to me and some sand trickeled out. Next thing I knew someone had jerked me down yelling "sniper". I never heard the shot. That was week 2 in RVN.
 
When a small tree branch exploded over my head and I heard the noise a nano second later . :cuss:
 
First time not till it started cutting leaves in a tree. Last time I knew something was up prior to the shot. I had actually slipped up the trail some and got behind a tree. As soon as the shot I was down the trail like a star running back.
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hmm... the first time was my first day of deer hunting I was 16, I was standing in a middle of a field and about 6 deer ran right in front of me, I shot at them getting one, but according to my cousin my grandfather was shooting at them too, the deer were 50 yards infront of me and my grandfather was about a 100 yards behind me, I don't know if he flagged me or not, I never heard the rounds, heck I don't remeber hearing my own shotgun going off

second time I was in basic, we were doing live fire movements, anyone who was 11B will know, the "I'm up, he sees me, I'm down" movements, three to five second rushes. anyways I was up and running and the target 20 yards infront of me dropped, I did too, in a training environment thats close enough. real world i don't care but training it ain't too cool.
 
Heh. I went hiking in the state gamelands one sunny afternoon and got myself lost.

I finally figured out where I was when I heard "crack crack crack" on one side followed by the sound of a branch breaking nearby.

I was on the far side of the gamelands pistol range, and some idiot had let at least one round go over the berm. Well, I was the idiot behind the range.

Needless to say I have never moved quite so fast in my life. It was like running downhill - only I was running UP the hill!
 
It did not take long. I was standing beside the road in my appt complex talking to a man. His son was petting my dog. I heard to car slow down and heard pop pop pop pop or so. I was turning around to see the gun in the window and the car speeding off. It was 30 seconds before the other guy said that I had blood on my shirt. That's when I knew it was a pellet gun. It looked real and sounded real. If they had not been speeding off I would have shot them. I did not draw. I did have a hand on my M66. Patrick
 
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Had shot rained on me in the field while hunting small game by an unobservant ya-hoo in the next field when I was 15. Year before that, while posted about 3/4 the way upslope during deer season, a bullet impacted some 10 to 12 feet to my right.

I didn't appreciate either events. Dad, uncle and two cousins let the first know that we didn't appreciate the lead downfall. On the second, I immediately popped around the tree I was sitting in front of and stayed there until the shooting from downhill stopped. I never really felt comfortable hunting on public open land since those days.
 
Incoming Mortar rounds sound like quail flushing... I remember thinking there probably aren't a lot of quail at Cam Rahn...:banghead:

In helo's or airplanes taking fire, you hear a "static" sound over the ICS, that's a clue to sit on your flak jacket:D

Second time was at Camp Blanding, walking across a tank trail, heard the "buzz" and a report. We looked up the trail and saw a guy about 200x away with a rifle at his shoulder. We yelled, took a second round close, and jumped off the trail. Reported it to the MP's and left the base.
 
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Walking out of a housing project, middle of July, about 2100 and hot as hell, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why the car windows were exploding around me and my partner........:what: Can you say "Moron"........:eek:

Oh, and I would beg to differ with the earlier post about a lamp post not being cover..... Trust me, when your taking rounds you'd be surprised what you can squeeze your "behind" behind !!!!
 
After my sister, who had tackled me and pushed me onto the floor, explained why the car's window had shattered.

I was 4 years old.
 
After I had disarmed him, gathered my group and went to pick up my point man. I noticed that my right thumb didn't work right.

Pops
 
Instantly for me, but I knew it was coming all 3 times.

Once leaving a get-together, while inside my car. Had a confrontation in a nightclub, left, was followed, and shot at from a distance as I approached my car. Hid behind cars until shooting stopped and I heard a car speed off, and drove home so spooked by what just happened that I never even turned on my headlights.

Once in a pretty rough area of town visiting friends... Someone they knew approached the front yard in a car and started a confrontation with a few relatives and friends who were standing outside. We yelled back a few unkind words, and they started shooting from the car. I think they shot in the air, but I didnt stick around to find out... No one was hit. Both times I had no pistol or CCW (was under 21, CCW just passed in Ohio recently)

Once at work as a security guard in a local retail store. Wasnt supposed to carry at the job. Most employees did anyway due to store location and the type of business it was. Had an altercation with a customer who left and came back shooting at us in the parking lot from a vehicle. Another employee returned fire at the car, and they sped away before anyone else could get a shot off. Quit that job soon after, quit working 3rd shift, and stopped wasting time in nightclubs and bars.

Nothing to report since.
 
stopped wasting time in nightclubs and bars
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That is the key to avoiding 70 percent of the "unexpected" asswhoopings and emergency room visits that life can throw at you. No one ever goes to a dive bar expecting to get into a drunken brawl with a bunch of bikers, but when such a fight invenitably happens, you will be there to be hit by the broken glass. Which is of course the main reason that being there is a bad idea.

The other 30 percent involve working late at night in bad parts of town.
 
When I was a kid, about jr high, my dad was stationed in gulfport ms. We lived on base and commuted to a school conveniently located in one of the poorer sections of town.

At one end of the base was a big park set up for unit picnics and the like. It was near the fence marking the base boundary. Across the fence were the neighborhoods that our school serviced.

One summer we had a big picnic there just before my dad's Seabee unit was to be deployed to Diego Garcia. There was a LOT of folks there. All the families of all the guys.

My friend, Mike and I decided to split the shindig for a bit and look for snakes and turtles. The whole park was surrounded by these concrete drainage ditches shaped like big V's about 8-10' across at the top. They were 4' deep or so. Many of them had silt buildups at the bottom that held pools of water and attracted the kind of critters we were looking for.

As we worked our way along the ditches, we came to a section close to the fence. We were standing at the top of the ditch when we heard a sound we'd heard in just about every western. Smack-wheeewwww. We just stood there for a second looking at each other when we heard it again. Mike hollered that someone was shooting at us, so we jumped into the ditch. Sure enough, someone across the fence was popping rounds off. We sat down there in the ditch while whoever it was shot a couple more times (that we heard). We could never hear the report of the shot, just the impacts and ricochets when the shots hit the concrete of the ditch.

We crouched down and ran the ditchline back to the trees, then went back to the main picnic and found our dads.

Nobody ever believed us.
 
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