I had the same thing happen in a Ruger security six .22. Loading six rounds through a gate and then trying to drop the hammer is just as hard, although there is more hammer to get a grip on. Murphy's law applies to everything as we both found out.
I was just a kid in my teenage years and was reloading after some quick draw practice. Sitting down with my legs crossed I almost took out my knee. Bullet embedded itself in some molding around the furnace register 10 feet away. My thumb just slipped.
With my eyes wide open looking at the trajectory I think I missed my knee by about a half an inch. From that point forward decocking anything on a live round I think I paid more attention to this action than I think I did conceiving my kids.
Yes, I still do sometimes decock my DA/SA autos however I don't carry. I also leave them cocked and locked in the strong box I keep them in just in case. I also store them with a full magazine with no round in the chamber. It kinda just depends on the mood I'm in.
It took me something like 10 years after the fact and when my folks remodeled their home to confessing to the mysterious hole in the wall. Been wanting to share this with those that have been as embarrassed as I was, without having heinous events, for a long time. Glad no one was hurt!!
I was just a kid in my teenage years and was reloading after some quick draw practice. Sitting down with my legs crossed I almost took out my knee. Bullet embedded itself in some molding around the furnace register 10 feet away. My thumb just slipped.
With my eyes wide open looking at the trajectory I think I missed my knee by about a half an inch. From that point forward decocking anything on a live round I think I paid more attention to this action than I think I did conceiving my kids.
Yes, I still do sometimes decock my DA/SA autos however I don't carry. I also leave them cocked and locked in the strong box I keep them in just in case. I also store them with a full magazine with no round in the chamber. It kinda just depends on the mood I'm in.
It took me something like 10 years after the fact and when my folks remodeled their home to confessing to the mysterious hole in the wall. Been wanting to share this with those that have been as embarrassed as I was, without having heinous events, for a long time. Glad no one was hurt!!