Many decades ago, the son of a business friend of my dad was in a school play about the Revolutionary War. They had some old flintlock muskets from the period for use as props.
The kids were playing with them when one discharged, striking a boy in the leg. Fortunately, the wound was minor.
Back in the 1960s, a friend who worked part time in a sporting goods shop had two Ruger Super Blackhawk revolvers. One was kept loaded in the bedroom. The other lived in a western belt rig and came out on Saturday nights as the owner tried to outdraw James Arness and Arvo Ojala. His wife strongly disapproved.
One time, the big CRT color TV disintegrated, some bricks and insulation behind it blew out on the yard, and much of the big picture window came down in shards. Wrong gun! My temporarily completely deafened friend next saw a pantomime of his angry wife screaming and gesturing at him.
The guy who ran behind the gun counter at the store repeated over and over that Marshal Dillon's livin' room deppity should not be allowed to own a gun.
Some days later, the gun counter guy was unboxing some new Remington 870s. He checked each shouldered it, and pressed the trigger before putting it in the rack.
BLAM!
The butt-stocks of several Browning A-5s in the upper rack were destroyed. The man took them to the Browning repair facility in Arnold, MO. He related what had happened, without owning up to the responsibility.
The guy at Browning said "that guy should never be allowed to touch a gun".
There is a reason for the saying "treat every gun...".
The kids were playing with them when one discharged, striking a boy in the leg. Fortunately, the wound was minor.
Back in the 1960s, a friend who worked part time in a sporting goods shop had two Ruger Super Blackhawk revolvers. One was kept loaded in the bedroom. The other lived in a western belt rig and came out on Saturday nights as the owner tried to outdraw James Arness and Arvo Ojala. His wife strongly disapproved.
One time, the big CRT color TV disintegrated, some bricks and insulation behind it blew out on the yard, and much of the big picture window came down in shards. Wrong gun! My temporarily completely deafened friend next saw a pantomime of his angry wife screaming and gesturing at him.
The guy who ran behind the gun counter at the store repeated over and over that Marshal Dillon's livin' room deppity should not be allowed to own a gun.
Some days later, the gun counter guy was unboxing some new Remington 870s. He checked each shouldered it, and pressed the trigger before putting it in the rack.
BLAM!
The butt-stocks of several Browning A-5s in the upper rack were destroyed. The man took them to the Browning repair facility in Arnold, MO. He related what had happened, without owning up to the responsibility.
The guy at Browning said "that guy should never be allowed to touch a gun".
There is a reason for the saying "treat every gun...".