stupid things you've done recently

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Done something stupid lately?-----Don't ask .Don't tell. Admit to nothing.----NO not ME ever.:D Once left my corn cob media in the tray on the floor, yes next to the litter box, and went to answer a fire call. Yep the cat found a nice new clean litter box to use.:banghead: Ask how I know how a 45-70 bullet will not fit in a 30-30 neck.:banghead:
 
Fired an 8mm round out of a 30-06. Fired a 8mm Nambu round in a TT33. Fired a 44special in .45lc . I've since quit bringing so many guns to the range at a time.
 
After removing the slide and barrel from a Beretta Neos while cleaning it, I pulled the trigger and "shot" (via compressed spring) the firing pin across my basement.

But...shooting the plasma TV (above) is the winner so far.
 
hmm actually the most recent STUPID thing I did, was while clearing my home-defense shotgun, which is a coach-gun BTW, I was so tired from not sleeping in about 48 hours, that I forgot I had re-loaded it, and while testing the functionality of the hammers(again), I had cocked them back to make sure they were lockable, and upon gently lowering one, it slipped from under my thumb and blasted a nice golf-ball sized hole through my ceiling.

The property manager of the apartment complex reacted surprisingly well... considering the fact that she doesn't even like guns, but she did say if it was reported to HER supervisor, she'd most likely have to evict us for "illegal disharge of a firearm", and she said she didn't want to do that... good thing for paying rent on time, eh?
 
Many, many, MANY years ago, back when I was 15, a friend of mind and I were sitting in my room playin" with Dad's 1911 .45. Friend decided to see if a 9mm bullet will fit in the barrel of a .45, so he dropped it, head first into the muzzle. Holding the 1911 at perpendicular angle, he cocked and fired and the 9mm comes flying out a few inches with tiny firing pin indentions on the FMJ. I thought this was cool and tried a few myself!

The next day, I get home from school, turn on the TV and see the 9mm bullet and the 1911. So, I grabbed the 1911 and the 9mm bullet and slid it down the muzzle with the FMJ outside and the primer facing the firing pin. Then I pulled the trigger. Oops. The primer did its job, but the powder didn't light. I took the case out and looked in the barrel to find the bullet (why? I don't know. I was 15, okay?). I looked in the direction of where the 1911 was pointed to find the 9mm bullet lodged in the wall. I quickly got up and took it out and turned around to find my mother standing at the door, white as a sheet with eyes as big as golf balls. I begged her not to tell Dad.

Today, 18 years later, I've learned to be much, much more respectable of firearms. And Dad still doesn't know.
 
Fifteen must be a dangerous age. A friend and I were squirrel hunting with .22s and came across a trash dump that had an old toilet in it. Naturally we started shooting at it. We stopped when one of the bullets followed the curvature of the toilet bowl, and buzzed right back between us. :eek:
 
well exibit A. unloaded my marlin model 60 without opening the chamber and drove around for about a week with it in my back seat and a round in the chamber:banghead:

exibit B. (and the worst one) about 7 or 8 moths ago i was shooting ancient shotgun shells threw my dads 870 and one made a pop the bbs rolled out the barrel and i thought it cleard only to rack in another round yell "pull" sqeeze the trigger and see sparks and an explosion that sounded like a grenade turns out the wad didnt clear and the second shot peeled back the barrel like a bannana :banghead::banghead::banghead:
 
well exibit A. unloaded my marlin model 60 without opening the chamber and drove around for about a week with it in my back seat and a round in the chamber

exibit B. (and the worst one) about 7 or 8 moths ago i was shooting ancient shotgun shells threw my dads 870 and one made a pop the bbs rolled out the barrel and i thought it cleard only to rack in another round yell "pull" sqeeze the trigger and see sparks and an explosion that sounded like a grenade turns out the wad didnt clear and the second shot peeled back the barrel like a bannana.

I hope you weren't injured.
 
no i wasnt th gun was pointed safly away and the choke tube flew out with the pellets and thanks to remingtons safty features the barrel peeled instead of exploaded
 
When I was 16 I shot a concrete well with a load of birdshot at about 15 feet. Lucky I didn't kill anyone
 
Today I was headed to the range, I grabbed a ziplock bag with about 200 rounds of .380 in it out of my truck, upside down. Fun picking up 200 rounds of .380 in grass and leaves. Hope I got them all and the lawn mower doesn't find one.
 
My thought process:
"Why won't the magazine go into my pistol?"
*pushes 7 or 8 times assuming I will have different results*
"Oh, maybe I should take my thumb off my magazine release..."
 
Stupid things in just the last 30 days

1. Shoved a .308 win cartrige into a model 94 .30-30. Two hours & a complete tear-down later, it was back out.

2. Fired a .243 from a .308 (very low recoil; accuracy was a little less than desired)

3. Watched a decent (really big body) cull buck and a really sorry cull in the pen at the same time. Both walked behind a tree, the really "big" one walks back out, and I nail it. Guess which one it really was.

4. Skin same sorry buck, get down to the last 2" of breast plate & snip the gut open. Beautiful.

5. Bid a double-stack price on a single stack 10 rnd WASR on GB; seller was cool enough to re-list due to the lack of disclosure.

6. Plenty of time left in the month for some real damage----
 
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I watched my older relative put a Ruger MKII up to his eye like looking threw a scope as his eyesight was bad, He fired once and his eyesight got alot worse.
 
I hurt my upper back helping my father in law on his farm on Saturday. Sunday I decided to work out the soreness w/bench presses, military presses and bent rows. Bad move.

I'm going to the doc tomorrow.
 
Even though I'm out of work due to a shoulder injury, and thus won't be able to make any money for quite some time, I drove for about three hours to buy a Ruger SR9. For reasons I can't explain, I test fired it without hearing protection (I know, I know...)

I'd tell ya'll about the other stupid things I've done so far this week, but I don't think I'm allowed to take up that much band width...
 
Years ago. Don`t get your panties wet!
I was about 19 yrs old. Had a 12ga shell, cut the plastic at the base dumped the powder, removed the wad and looked at the brass and primer. Found a rock and a nail, yes I hit the primer. Burned the crap out of me. I won`t do that again.

Saturday after I cut the lawn the ex-wife and I went to the drive-in movies. I had my pizza, beer, and 80 proof (so I could enjoy the movie). Upon arriving home from the drive-in movies, the street is lined with cars and the door to the barn is open! Did I mention I was drunk? I grabbed the 1911, full of 230gr hps from under the seat and go into the house to make sure all is clear. I get to the patio door, the ex wife is in the bedroom and POW!! The 1911 goes off. It was not that loud. The ex comes in and asks, do you shoot that gun in the house(wood floors)? I say no, it went off. (Missed my feet). She starts in with the, hey condition "1", mode "red", cocked and locked! Do it, do it! "1", "red", cocked and locked! Do it, do it! I unloaded the gun walked out to the barn and all was ok. When I cut the lawn that evening, I left thet barn door open. She rode on that one for years.
 
Several years ago I loaded more rifle ammo than pistol. I have a nice load worked up for my .308 that seats right at the cannelure.

SO...

I switch over to loading .45ACP with lead cast bullets. I throw powder, seat bullets to the "cannelure" and crimp. There is no cannelure, it's a lube groove. I had to pull every round, expand every case mouth. They were too long for the magazine.

Twice now I have "dryballed" my .50 cal. percussion. Ran a ball down the bore with no powder. Only method to get it out involves hard work and cursing.

Put a 12ga. shell between two haybales and went back about 50 yards to see if I could hit the primer with my .22. I hit it. I also set the bales on fire. There is no good explanation for that one, as far as Dad is concerned.

Man, I look at my own two kids right now and seriously hope they're smarter than I was.
 
Many years ago I got home from the range after shooting my "new to me" Ruger .357 magnum security six. Cleaned her up, dumped out the rounds but missed one under the extractor...closed the cylinder and proceeded to dry fire while pointing out the window...click, click, bang! Damn, that was loud and look, a hole in the window, oh and 5 minutes later a police officer is cruising outside the complex. No one got hurt but I was shaken and impulsively sold the gun the next day, as if it was the gun's fault. :banghead:

Recently? I forgot to say "yes dear" during an argument with my wife and am on the couch right now typing this on the laptop.
 
1911 guy, oh man I can see that one in my ead, you setting two hay bales on fire.
Awesome.

I keep remembering stupid things I've done when I went through a pyrotechnic phase.
I used my mom's igloo cooler when I was about 13 or 14, set it in the driveway with about a half gallon of oil/gas mix for an old boat motor, put a full aerosol can inside, lit it and ran for cover to watch. Made a nice 15-20 ft high mushroom cloud and totally destroyed the cooler with a giant split down one side.

After my sister came outside and asked what the heck just happened, the pictures were shaken off the walls, and said mom just called and on her way home, I exstinguised the fire and tossed the cooler in the bushes.
Mom found it a couple months later and in a verry irrate manner asked me what happened, and me being taught well, assumed honesty was the best policy and said, "I blew it up"...
 
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