So, last night I finished installing a tac latch on my AR charging handle. Not a big deal, but I needed a 1/16th inch punch and had picked one up at the hardware store on the way home. Anyhow, I was pretty happy with my home armoring I pulled a couple of rounds out of a loaded mag, replaced them with snap caps and operated the charging handle. Everything went hunky dory. I dropped the mag, checked the chamber clear, dropped the trigger, reloaded the ready mag and locked it back in the weapon until I could put it back in its usual storage location. I then stood the rifle up against my work bench and got involved in some research on my computer.
Shortly thereafter I heard the unmistakable crash of a rifle hitting the floor. My cat, Spot, had been rubbing on the rifle and knocked it over. Cursing myself for an idiot I picked up the rifle and cycled the charging handle to make sure everything was still okay. Then I dropped the magazine. Just as I was reaching for the trigger my brain did an idiot check and came back with a positive result. I hit the charging handle one more time and sure enough a live round came shooting out of the ejection port. I felt icewater shoot out from my chest, down my arms realizing how close to disaster I had come.
Thank God, thank God I did an idiot check. I am damn near sick and kicking myself over how many blatant violations I had allowed to creep into my firearms handling. I was literally a trigger pull away from ventilating the front wall/roof of my house. If anything had gone wrong, if I was sick, or had been drinking or taking any sort of drug that had dulled my senses I believe I would have had an ND.
Don't let this happen to you!
Shortly thereafter I heard the unmistakable crash of a rifle hitting the floor. My cat, Spot, had been rubbing on the rifle and knocked it over. Cursing myself for an idiot I picked up the rifle and cycled the charging handle to make sure everything was still okay. Then I dropped the magazine. Just as I was reaching for the trigger my brain did an idiot check and came back with a positive result. I hit the charging handle one more time and sure enough a live round came shooting out of the ejection port. I felt icewater shoot out from my chest, down my arms realizing how close to disaster I had come.
Thank God, thank God I did an idiot check. I am damn near sick and kicking myself over how many blatant violations I had allowed to creep into my firearms handling. I was literally a trigger pull away from ventilating the front wall/roof of my house. If anything had gone wrong, if I was sick, or had been drinking or taking any sort of drug that had dulled my senses I believe I would have had an ND.
Don't let this happen to you!