Hi Y'all,
(If this is in the wrong place, my apologies.)
My name Is Ryan. I used to hang around a few years ago bur forgot my username and password after switching computers. Anyway, as the title says I just wanna throw in my two cents on the stopping power of a .25 Auto. I've read countless articles and forums on the subject but very rarely it seems you read of someone who has actually been shot by one.
Some of you may say its my fault or that I was being careless, I might even agree with you, but that is besides the point.
I don't intend to tell the whole story but what I do have to say is this: On October 1st of 2016 I was shot in the lower abdomen with a Raven .25 MP-25. It was not a violent situation as much as it was an unfortunate accident. I had just gotten home from an hour and a half long trip to Knoxville and back and I was emptying my jacket pockets onto the top of my dresser as I normally do when I get home for the night. That day I happened to be carrying a Raven .25 in a pocket holster, my body guard .380 was on loan to my mother, after removing everything else from my pockets I removed the gun from my pocket. The holster was a sticky material the stuck the pocket of my jeans so i only removed the gun, not the gun inside the holster from my pocket.
I had 50 grain remington full metal jackets in the magazine as well as one in the chamber, just one day before i had swapped out gold dot hollow points for the FMJ's thinking to myself "If I end up having to use this .25 what real difference will hollow points make?"
I went to set the pistol on the edge of my dresser, which is about four feet tall, I sat the pistol on the front right hand corner of the dresser. As soon as I sat the gun down I knocked it off the dresser and in slow motion I watched it fall to the floor, it landed right on the back of the slide. I didn't hear the gunshot but I remember seeing sparks flying from the barrel and I remember my vision went totally black and white. A sense of dread took over my mind. My mind was running a million miles a minute.
"Oh my god that gun went off."
"Oh my god, Im hit."
Next thing I know I'm pulling myself up off the floor with an open drawer on my dresser. I must have passed out for just a half second or so until the adrenaline hit me. I breathed in and out as deep as I could. My lungs weren't punctured. I wigged all my fingers and toes, they all worked, another good sign. I had a very slow stream of blood coming from my lower abdomen, just two or three drops per minute. I wasn't going to bleed to death, at-least not externally, I hoped my insides weren't bleeding but with my limited medical experience I had run out of ideas to check myself for serious injury.
Everything was still black and white and its hard to describe but everything was very calm and clear in my head. I wasn't going to die any minute or even anytime very soon as far as I could tell. I have a bit of a belly on me. I was convinced that little bullet was just plugged a couple inches into my fat and I'd be in and out of the hospital that night. I was wrong. Having entered from an upward angle into the bottom of my gut on the right side of my body, the bullet had actually traveled the entire length of my body, puncturing my colon as well as my lower intestines and coming to rest just outside my rib cage on my left side. It's so close to the surface of my skin I like to say If that bullet had 5 more grains of powder it would have exited my body.
This is where things get blurry for me. The adrenaline and shock make my memories disjointed and confusing. Having made it to the local hospital, I found myself very quickly loaded onto a helicopter headed to University of Tennessee trauma center. The flight nurse prayed over me as I thought of my best friends and family. Just as soon as we took off we were landing again....
Due to an amazing trauma team led by a highly qualified surgeon I left the operating room with all my plumbing hooked up right and 40 medical staples going from sternum to groin. I spent six days in UT hospital trying and yelling and cussing my way into being able to make three laps around the nurses station on my floor walking with a walker all the while feeling like I'd been cut in half with a sword.....
Anyway, without going into detail of the next three months that followed, I have made a full physical recovery. I'll always have a two foot long scar going down my chest and stomach but I'm still here which is all that matters.
I guess to sum up after rambling on for so long I just have some thoughts on the stopping power of a .25 Auto:
As they say any bullet is better than throwing a rock any day.
Getting gut shot disoriented me and caused me to briefly loose consciousness.
I suppose had it been someone else doing the shooting it would have been quite easy to put a few more rounds in me while I was down. However;
If I had a gun in my hand and this was a violent situation I'm pretty sure I would have been able to get some rounds off before I passed out briefly.
So basically I would say if you are depending on a .25 for protection shoot straight and more than once into your intended target while you have a chance. After waking up from passing out even after a .25 caliber bullet passing through my guts and burring itself into some fat tissue clear across my body I woke up full of energy and adrenaline. In a way it even cleared my mind and I immediately became aware of what I needed to do to survive. I would imagine in a violent situation this would have made me quite dangerous.
This was a stupid accident and in no way has any bearing on what a defensive shooting may go like I just thought a few of y'all might be interested to hear my experience. This is the first time I've written out anything about what happened, if y'all feel like I left anything out of have any questions just let me know.
Thanks y'all,
Ryan.
Edit: For anybody wondering I'm right at 6 feet tall and 250 pounds. I'm a pretty big guy and that .25 absolutely messed me up and only by the grace of god I am here today.
(If this is in the wrong place, my apologies.)
My name Is Ryan. I used to hang around a few years ago bur forgot my username and password after switching computers. Anyway, as the title says I just wanna throw in my two cents on the stopping power of a .25 Auto. I've read countless articles and forums on the subject but very rarely it seems you read of someone who has actually been shot by one.
Some of you may say its my fault or that I was being careless, I might even agree with you, but that is besides the point.
I don't intend to tell the whole story but what I do have to say is this: On October 1st of 2016 I was shot in the lower abdomen with a Raven .25 MP-25. It was not a violent situation as much as it was an unfortunate accident. I had just gotten home from an hour and a half long trip to Knoxville and back and I was emptying my jacket pockets onto the top of my dresser as I normally do when I get home for the night. That day I happened to be carrying a Raven .25 in a pocket holster, my body guard .380 was on loan to my mother, after removing everything else from my pockets I removed the gun from my pocket. The holster was a sticky material the stuck the pocket of my jeans so i only removed the gun, not the gun inside the holster from my pocket.
I had 50 grain remington full metal jackets in the magazine as well as one in the chamber, just one day before i had swapped out gold dot hollow points for the FMJ's thinking to myself "If I end up having to use this .25 what real difference will hollow points make?"
I went to set the pistol on the edge of my dresser, which is about four feet tall, I sat the pistol on the front right hand corner of the dresser. As soon as I sat the gun down I knocked it off the dresser and in slow motion I watched it fall to the floor, it landed right on the back of the slide. I didn't hear the gunshot but I remember seeing sparks flying from the barrel and I remember my vision went totally black and white. A sense of dread took over my mind. My mind was running a million miles a minute.
"Oh my god that gun went off."
"Oh my god, Im hit."
Next thing I know I'm pulling myself up off the floor with an open drawer on my dresser. I must have passed out for just a half second or so until the adrenaline hit me. I breathed in and out as deep as I could. My lungs weren't punctured. I wigged all my fingers and toes, they all worked, another good sign. I had a very slow stream of blood coming from my lower abdomen, just two or three drops per minute. I wasn't going to bleed to death, at-least not externally, I hoped my insides weren't bleeding but with my limited medical experience I had run out of ideas to check myself for serious injury.
Everything was still black and white and its hard to describe but everything was very calm and clear in my head. I wasn't going to die any minute or even anytime very soon as far as I could tell. I have a bit of a belly on me. I was convinced that little bullet was just plugged a couple inches into my fat and I'd be in and out of the hospital that night. I was wrong. Having entered from an upward angle into the bottom of my gut on the right side of my body, the bullet had actually traveled the entire length of my body, puncturing my colon as well as my lower intestines and coming to rest just outside my rib cage on my left side. It's so close to the surface of my skin I like to say If that bullet had 5 more grains of powder it would have exited my body.
This is where things get blurry for me. The adrenaline and shock make my memories disjointed and confusing. Having made it to the local hospital, I found myself very quickly loaded onto a helicopter headed to University of Tennessee trauma center. The flight nurse prayed over me as I thought of my best friends and family. Just as soon as we took off we were landing again....
Due to an amazing trauma team led by a highly qualified surgeon I left the operating room with all my plumbing hooked up right and 40 medical staples going from sternum to groin. I spent six days in UT hospital trying and yelling and cussing my way into being able to make three laps around the nurses station on my floor walking with a walker all the while feeling like I'd been cut in half with a sword.....
Anyway, without going into detail of the next three months that followed, I have made a full physical recovery. I'll always have a two foot long scar going down my chest and stomach but I'm still here which is all that matters.
I guess to sum up after rambling on for so long I just have some thoughts on the stopping power of a .25 Auto:
As they say any bullet is better than throwing a rock any day.
Getting gut shot disoriented me and caused me to briefly loose consciousness.
I suppose had it been someone else doing the shooting it would have been quite easy to put a few more rounds in me while I was down. However;
If I had a gun in my hand and this was a violent situation I'm pretty sure I would have been able to get some rounds off before I passed out briefly.
So basically I would say if you are depending on a .25 for protection shoot straight and more than once into your intended target while you have a chance. After waking up from passing out even after a .25 caliber bullet passing through my guts and burring itself into some fat tissue clear across my body I woke up full of energy and adrenaline. In a way it even cleared my mind and I immediately became aware of what I needed to do to survive. I would imagine in a violent situation this would have made me quite dangerous.
This was a stupid accident and in no way has any bearing on what a defensive shooting may go like I just thought a few of y'all might be interested to hear my experience. This is the first time I've written out anything about what happened, if y'all feel like I left anything out of have any questions just let me know.
Thanks y'all,
Ryan.
Edit: For anybody wondering I'm right at 6 feet tall and 250 pounds. I'm a pretty big guy and that .25 absolutely messed me up and only by the grace of god I am here today.
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