How many of you done something stupid?

[MedGrl]

In my own defense it was my first time ever holding a gun that wasn't a paintball or caps gun. But When my friend was teaching me to shoot we were shooting a 45 semi-auto and I ejected a mag and went to fire more rounds and the firearm didn't discharge. My friend told me to try the slide action again and try firing again. again nothing happened so I put on the saftey and layed the gun down on the table...there was no new mag in the firearm...we just kinda looked at each other and laughed before I put a new mag in and tried again...and would you know...the gun worked perfectly...

 

[Kramer Krazy]

Nearly 20 years ago, a friend of mine knew a guy who had a gun needing some repair work. All my friends knew I was familiar a bit with firearms and was quite mechanical, so he asked if I could check it out. To this day, I have never met the "owner". The 4-inch, nickle-plated, Colt Python was relayed to me through our mutual friend. Upon inspection, I noticed that the serial number had been ground away, making me believe the gun was stolen. I actually tried to buy the gun at a very low amount of money, but when the offer was declined, I ordered the two parts, hand-fitted them into the gun, took it to a local indoor range for test firing, and then returned the gun (for a sizeable amount for parts, labor, and test ammo) to the "owner" through our mutual friend. Needless to say, that was the first, and last, stolen gun I've ever repaired. :banghead:

 

[realmswalker]

Well i was getting my laundry together to cart it off to the laundry room and I hate using my laundry basket because it's huge. So i had the bright idea of tossing all my clothes into the middle of my bed, taking up the four corners of my sheets, and carting my santa clause like bag of clothes off to the laundry room of my complex.


I get to the room and i put in 2 loads of colors and i grab my sheets to throw in and I notice something kind of heavy. I though it was the bottle of detergent i had thrown in with the clothes so i start unfolding the tangle of sheets about a foot off the ground when the heavy object comes rolling out and clanks onto the floor...my full size HK USP , i believe my eyes were even bigger than this smily face. my first reaction is man, better grab the big ass gun that just fell on the floor . luckily it was late at night and no one else was in the laundry room.


So I grab the gun and attempt to stick it in the waste band of my pants, which are a loose pair of baskteball shorts. The usp is no lighweight gun so my shorts immediately slide about 5 inches down, i was able to hold the gun to my body though before it fell again. I realize then that I am going to have to do my laundry with one hand while i hold my gun in my wasteband with the other. All in all it was an interesting laundry experience. i thought you guys here might get a kick out of this story.


P.S in case you were wondering why i had a gun in my sheets, I'm in law enforcement and in case joe knucklehead wants to come a knocking i keep a gun close, real close.

 

[Legionnaire]

At the range with a friend. I'm checking the zero on my bolt action, he's plinking with a new 9mm carbine. He asked me if I wanted to try his. "Sure!" says I. So I lay my rifle down ... but not flat. Butt on the bench surface, and the forend on a pile of sandbags I'd been using for a rest, so the barrel is canted upwards about 30 degrees.

I didn't stand up from where I was sitting and, you guessed it. My sight picture was well above my rifle, but the muzzle wasn't. My first shot from the carbine pinged off the very end of the rifle barrel. Fortunately, the angle was acute and no damage done but a small discoloration of the bluing. But I felt pretty stupid. Lesson learned.

In contrast to those stories from guys finding they didn't have a gun when they should have, I once reached for a pen in the left hand pocket of my safari shirt one day while sitting in an environment where firearms were strictly prohibited ... and found my Kel-Tec P32 in that pocket. So small and light I forgot I still had it with me.

 

[jer1949]

Not mine, but extremely stupid just the same

My wife is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be
something akin to "Well, I have out done myself once again." No doubt
you will see this true story chronicled in a Lifetime movie in the near
future. Here goes...

Last weekend I spied something at the pawnshop that tickled my fancy.
(Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought
something really cool for my wife.

The occasion was our 18th anniversary and I was looking for a little
something extra for my sweet girl.

What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Taser gun with
a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a
less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate
an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity
while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be! short lived
with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you
adequate time to retreat to safety.

You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. tattooed assailant, push the
button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle
twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen one of
these things in action, then you're truly missing out--way too cool!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two
AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was
so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin'
directions).

I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create
an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for
effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it
against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity
darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward
to. I did so. Awesome! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud
pop! Yipeeeeee!

I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet to explain
to her what that burn spot on the face of her microwave is.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it
couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, etc. etc.

There I sat in my recliner, my dog looking on intently (trusting little
soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not the dog) and
thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood
target. I must admit I thought about zapping the dog for a fraction of a
second and thought better of it. He is such a sweet pup, after all. But,
if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against
a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am
I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? It seemed reasonable to me at the
time.

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my glasses
perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand,
Taser in the other. The directions said that a one-second burst would
shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to
cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst
would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out
of water.

All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5"
long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and
loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries) thinking to myself, "No
friggin' way!"

Friggin' way - trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.
Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what
followed. I'm sitting there alone, the dog looking on with his head
cocked to one side as to say, "Don't do it buddy," reasoning that a
one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that
bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you
agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the hell
of it. (Note: You know a bad decision is like hindsight-- always 20-20.
It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though
it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya just hate that?)

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and
HOLY*********! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!!

I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door,
picked me up out of that recliner, and then body slammed me on the
carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the
fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking
wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. The
dog was standing over me making sounds I had never heard before, licking
my face, undoubtedly thinking to himself, "Do it again, do it again!"

NOTE: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Taser, one note
of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap
yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if
you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep into your
thigh like yours truly.)

SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time
was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I
had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My glasses were on the TV
across the room. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and
both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up
with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce
or two, I'm pretty sure.

 

[Legionnaire]

YeeeeeHaaaaw!

 

[CAnnoneer]

I think I'll take the 5th Amendment in this thread.

 

[Glocker]

jer1949,
That has to be the funniest thing I have ever read, I'm in my office right now laughing so hard there is tears running down my cheecks. Thanks, I needed a good laugh.

 

[Dollar An Hour]

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and
HOLY*********! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!!

I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door,
picked me up out of that recliner, and then body slammed me on the
carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the
fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking
wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. The
dog was standing over me making sounds I had never heard before, licking
my face, undoubtedly thinking to himself, "Do it again, do it again!"

NOTE: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Taser, one note
of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap
yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if
you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep into your
thigh like yours truly.)

SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time
was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I
had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My glasses were on the TV
across the room. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and
both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up
with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce
or two, I'm pretty sure.

You are one brave, crazy bastard.

 

[DMSHEPARD]

Anything I could contribute would pale in comparison to the self tazering, the tears are still running down my face.

SHERMACMAN open carry not legal in MA? My Cheif said it was ok but said that in public it would draw too much attention.

 

[Frandy]

jeri1949, that is one priceless story... Whewie...

I get close but cannot top it...not weapon related...

Recently I was on a phone call at work and (being both ADD-diagnosed/easily distracted) reached into my desk drawer for my practice Epipenepherin (Epi-pen) injector. Yeah, the dummy/empty/practice one they give you so you can practice giving yourself the injection in your thigh. Of course, I totally forgot (did I mention that I have ADD and am easily distracted?) that just the month before I removed the practice injector from my office desk drawer. Yeah, you got it...the one I picked up was the actual, loaded Epi-pen.

You know what I did, right? Yup, gave myself a "practice" shot in the thigh. I won't bother with the full story. Let me just say that it was both the most stupid thing I've ever done in my life, and one of the most dangerous, self-inflicted things as well. At least I had the good sense to dash downstairs to a trusted colleague's office so she could call the emergency medical team, which then took care of me. It was not pretty. My manager also took me to a medical group after my blood pressure dropped low enough that I was able to function (at least 40 minutes later), where I was monitored for another hour or so and given an EKG.

Lessons learned:

1. Every gun is loaded.
2. Epipinepherin is not a recreational drug.
3. There are many ways to kill yourself. This one, though not messy, would not be an enjoyable way to go.
4. Do one thing at a time.
5. Every gun is loaded.

Whatever...

 

[Steve F]

What Glocker said That was a Scream!

 

[jer1949]

[*]Every gun is loaded.
[*]Epipinepherin is not a recreational drug.
[*]There are many ways to kill yourself. This one, though not messy, would not be an enjoyable way to go.
[*]Do one thing at a time.
[*]Every gun is loaded.
[/LIST]

Whatever...

Wise words that can readily be used for everday life outside the gun life. The story was scarry and I'm glad you were "mostly" unscathed....

 

[IlikeSA]

As a police officer, we are asked to participate in exercises using simunitions. These are rounds that are designed to fire in a real pistol or revolver. We "sanitize" everyone first, to assure that there is no live ammunition on anyone. I was to play an Opfor, meaning the bad guy. At this time, I chose a revolver in 38 spec because the other option was a Glock in 9mm, and Im not a Glock fan. We go through one scenario in which I fire one shot. While setting up for the next scenario, I decided to reload my 38. I reached in my pocket in the dim light and pulled out a round, which I tried to load into the revolver. It wouldnt fit. I tried again and again, but it wouldnt slip into the cylinder. I pulled it out and felt the tip of it...which had a hollowpoint I knew I would get in SOOOO much trouble for having live 9mm ammo in there so I hid it. But it was freaky knowing if I had chosen the Glock 17, the round would have been loaded and shot, because I shot that revolver more. I recovered that round afterwards and have it set aside as the round with someones name on it.

 

[Andrew S]

Short of the small stuff like trying to shoot an empty mag I dont really have any personal stories to share.

However, a friend of mine asked me how loud the primer is about 3 days ago. I had no idea and told him so. The next time I talked to him the first thing he said is "The primer is LOUD!" I just laughed and said I thought it would be. He said "No you have no idea. I took apart a shot shell and figured I would fire the primer just to see. Everyone ran into my room thinking i shot myself."

He had the brilliant idea to try this indoors....in his bedroom.

 

[shermacman]

DMShepard
First of all, welcome! From one Mass Whole to another!
Open carry is illegal in Massachusetts with the limited exceptions of hunting. We have even been warned about carrying guns from our cars to the range buildings. Keep them in the box, carrying case, etc.
Stoopid laws, but then my range is 15 minutes from my house, I pass two ammo stores, I can buy a hand gun over the counter in under 15 minutes.
As long as it is not a Glock...(!)

 

[f4t9r]

How many of you done something stupid?
All of us
With a gun
some of us

 

[Pietro Beretta]

jer1949, that was a great story!!! Surprised you didn’t crap yourself! At least you know it works!

Now I have a story, not my own but my brothers story.

My older brother was at his friends house they had been drinking like they always do, and for some reason my brother got in a commando mode.... ( pretending to be in some kind of gun battle).

My brother then goes and grabs his friends .22lr rifle, cocks it, and he does a roll on the floor, then fires. "click" (My brother knows that his friend does not keep his weapons loaded)

He does this several times, each time cocking the gun and firing at something else.

He does another roll on the ground, this time pointing the gun at his friend, but for some reason decides to turn around and shoots at his friends 50 gallon salt water fish aquarium.

The gun discharges breaking the aquarium goes through the drywall into the bathroom. The bullet was found right above the toilet barely sticking in the wall.

My brother was pointing at his friends chest, he almost shot him. All of his friends fish died, and if someone was using the bathroom the could have got hit. Very Scary

The only thing they could think of was; since this was a tube loading .22, perhaps the spring was weak and didnt feed the round until all of the rolling on the floor.

To this day we all get nervous when we go shooting with him.

Always live by the NRA safety rules! ALWAYS

 

[sm]

Married my first wife against the advice of her Mom....Who was Right!

IN my case against the advice of her Dad. Did I mention her dad was one of my shooting pards?

So this brilliant red-head, with 2 Master's in Psych, and "had been published" , asked us two guys about this "Game of Skeet" we were "always participating in".

Her daddy, A MD I might add, did not talk like that, and he wrote numerous texts and the like.

Here comes the Stupid Wife Trick:

"Daddy, how do I do this?"
Just prop the back end of the gun against a boob and slap the trigger

I pass my wife on the way into the club, as she was on the way out. She had met daddy there, and thank goodness she got a call about a patient and had to leave.

I cannot publish what the wife said , and her daddy was being his typical kidding self, he really did not think his daughter would do this. I mean she had seen us shoot.

"Don't think daughter is gonna ever get real attached to shotguns..."

Hell hath no fury like a red-head with a bruised boob...ewwy!

 

[DMSHEPARD]

shermacman I live in a very small town to your far west and my chief is pretty laid back. I am also pretty peeved at our handgun buying power, or lack thereof. I did however just pick up a Glock22 that was factory refurbished with, count em! 3 15 round mags!

 

[thrilldo higgins]

SINCE THIS IS ON PAGE 2 NO ONE WILL READ IT, GOOD

I SHOT MYSELF IN THE FINGER WITH MY .22 PELLET GUN WHEN I WAS TWELVE. IT WAS THE GUN EQUEVELENT TO GETTING A PROSTATE EXAM STARTING THROUGH MY MOUTH, I WAS A VERY PRIDEFUL BOY.

 

[LiTDiE]

a friend of mine was going to clean his pellet rifle, i was sitting across the room watching.

he wasnt paying attention on what he was doing, thinking the rifle was empty.
pulled the trigger and it discharged.

firing across the room and richocetting off a pool cue that i was holding.

had that pool cue not been there. i would of had a rather bad trip to the hospital with a pellet in my, errmmmmmmm, pebbles.

i still have that pool cue to this day.

 

[CraigJS]

I do something stupid all the time! My wife never has though, if you don't believe me just ask her!!

 

[medmo]

I never used to have a semi-auto pistol in the house with a loaded chamber. It was a golden safety rule. So I was really surprised when I picked my Sig 228 up off of the top of the refrigerator and proceeded to shoot a 9mm hole right through the front freezer door and wasting some frozen chickens. My wife also was really surprised and also upset about the freezer door plus the frozen chickens. My son who was around 5 at the time thought it was really cool and wanted me to shoot it again. I forgot to empty the chamber when coming into the house. New rule is no loaded chambers AND loaded magazines in semi-auto pistols in the house. No harm - no foul only because I followed the rule of "pointing in a safe direction".

I felt incredibly stupid and also guilty for harvesting a major appliance without a valid tag.

The only lasting effect of the situation besides the rule change is that sometimes when I'm home alone I look at the oven, microwave and dish washer and have serious temptations of completing a "Major Home Appliance Grand Slam".

 

[seansean]

I once carried a ruger P89, in a smartcarry, while working out at a very popular gym 1 block from a police station, the point being a lot of cops work out there. I wanted to see if I printed. I didn't.