What is your worst gun accident?

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Are you a southpaw? The only position I can fathom this happening is shooting it left handed.

Yes, I shoot left handed. The bolt sheared off a good half-dime sized area of the pad of my right thumb. Kind of a bloody mess, though it wasn't much deeper than the skin layers. However, I was only 11 or so when it happened, so it was a big deal to me at the time. :D

I guess I'm lucky that was my worst accident, given some of the responses so far...:what:
 
My dad and I went out to shoot his BRAND NEW over/under Winchester that we gave him for his retirement. We took our two labs with us so they could enjoy the day.

We were getting set up to shoot and my lab got so excited about the shooting that he jumped up and bit the stock on dad's new shotgun. He bit it right in the middle of the checkering on the forearm. Gave it a nice gouge. I was bothered about this because my dog bit my dad's gun. Not only did he bite it, he did it before the gun had EVER been fired.

We were able to clean up the checkering with a file later.
 
I was hunting bushytails with my friend, we each had our .22lr. Both are bolts. He is pointing his barrel at the ground, about 5 inches from his foot, then I hear a bang, and a very scared friend. He had the habit of keeping his finger in the trigger guard. Not me. I still don't. And, I was the 'city-boy'.
 
I was helping a friend reorganize his safe and was putting an old crappy single action .22 onto a rack when I went to check to see if it was loaded so I pulled the hammer back till the hammer lock clicked, let go of the hammer, heard a roaring bang an noticed that there was a nice .22caliber hole in my buddies thigh. It was as minor as it could possibly have been and our friendship never suffered, but I still don't trust his guns to be unloaded and functioning to this day.
 
1. Was when I was a teenager out shooting my friends dad's 22lr of some sort. we had loaded shorts and minimags alternating in the tube...you guessed it had a squib on the short and the minimag blew up. This I attribute to a good chunk of my hearing loss today. Was totally deaf in my right ear for 4 days. Sounded like a 30-30 muzzle blast going off right next to your ear. Caught some shrapnel and such, broke the firing pin and extractor jammed the bolt pretty good.

2. I was out hunting rabbits had my Ruger 10/22 and my Ruger Blackhawk 45 colt. I had my 45 in a holster carried in between around my crotch area. I rabbit spooked up and I emptied the 22 and went for my 45 as was drawing I was cocking and the gun hung on my belt and the hammer fell! :what: I looked at the angle and it would have blown my left leg off or sure enough severed my femoral artery. THANK GOD for the transfer bar! Learned my lesson right then and there.
 
A few weeks ago I was firing my Sig P229 in .40.
Had a case failure and it blew the extractor out,
no other damage was done to the gun. I dropped
the gun and the slide now has a ding in it. Scared
the crap out of me! The fine people at Sig checked it
out and fixed within 7 days.
 
I was at the range and was shooting some factory 110 gr .357 rounds, and also some reloads. One of the reloads sounded funny when it went off, but I swear I heard something hit the trap, so I didn't check the barrel to make sure it was clear. I loaded up six of the factory loads, and pulled the trigger. Somehow, I held onto my Dan Wesson model 15-2, but it was close. The barrel shroud had a slight bulge in it, but nothing blew up. I went out to the gunsmith, who whacked the bulged barrel out of the shroud with a big mallet. They had a barrel in stock, and I was back shooting in about 15 minutes. I shot thousands more rounds through that gun without a hitch.
 
Was at the range with my SW 686. Loaded 5 rounds and closed the cylinder. I aimed and got ready to fire when I noticed I had closed the cylinder with a round under the hammer and the empty hole to the left side. I thought, well I'll just do a dry fire and pulled the trigger. BANG. Duh. The cylinder rotates counter-clockwise on the 686. The gun was pointed downrange but not to carefully aimed. Round hit the very top of the berm with a cloud of dust and I could hear it whizzing through the leaves in the woods beyond. There are houses beyond the woods!
 
I was about 10 years old. My dad and brother wanted me to shoot. No eye protection, no ears, just handed me a .380 auto and said "shoot it". Well of course it went "bang" and I covered my ears...yep, dropped the gun instantly. I felt bad for the drop until I got into my early teens and took a hunter/firearms safety course while a boy scout and realized it was their fault for not properly teaching me.
 
When I was riding motorcycles we divided riders into two camps; those who have had the accident and those who will. Thankfully I still remain in the "will" camp. Reading these stories though makes me wonder if firearm owners arnt similar. If you stay around guns long enough, does the probibility of an ND or AD approach 1:1? Anyways, hopefully if the 4 rules are being followed, eardrums and underpants are the only things which will take damage the day it happens.
 
I was 14 or 15, shooting into the wood pile behind the barn with the old winchester single shot 22, in the middle of January... bullet ricocheted off of a shallow angle cut face of a firewood that had ice on and into the surface... hit a grab handle on a nearby semi cab and part of it came back and entered my abdomen below my ribs over my stomach. Made it through the clothing and belly fat but no further. At first I was sure I was going to the ER... Calmed myself down and pulled my shirt up to look... In the end, a bit of blood, bit of burning sensation... tweezers and a band-aide later and I was back out looking for bunnies with a healthy new respect for the physics I had learned the hard way....
 
1.Back when I was about 11 or 12 I was loading my dads single-six (old model) before we went to the cabin, the hamer sliped, luck had it that it only hit my bed.

2.About 2 weeks ago I was out shooting with my wife and some friends. Earlier that week a friend gave me some old rounds. Some of which were .38 spl. So I tried them in my wifes .38. One slow burn, 4 duds and one primer blew out the side, my left thumb caught most of the primer.
 
A few years back I was testing some loads for a bowling pin shoot. 3 rounds into the magazine there was smoke everywhere, my nose hurt and my fingers tingled. The brand new walnut stocks were in pieces and the slide was stuck 1/2 way back...

Turns out there was some old brass in the load and the web blew...to this day I am thankful of my policy of never shooting full loads in anything except new brass...all these rounds were downloaded a bit...aboutn 850fps with a 230gr cast bullet.

One of the old timers at the range came over and investigated then calmly handed me his loaded Gold Cup and said "Shoot it". If it weren't for his insistance it might have been years before I fgot up the courage to shoot again.
 
Last year i was at a local trap shoot and had a buddy to my right I was getting ready to shoot loaded ONE round into my gun and heard a bang didn't think anything of it. But felt a sharp sting in my head and turn around I though some wise guy had thrown a rock and hit me but I turned aroound and the rangemaster asked me if I was alright. I said yea it was just a rock wheres the wise guy that threw it. He quickly informed me that I had not been hit with a rock that my buddy had shot me in the head with his brothers peice of crap remington:cuss: man i hate them things. They asked me if I was bleeding a I put my hand on my head and sure enough i was. The rangemaster came over and looked a my head to see if the pellets were still inside and he decided they wheren't. He asked me if I wanted to quit and my quick response was heck no i'm winning :D. I looked over at my friend who was staring at the cement pad he was standing on and there was about a 2 inch deep hole an inch away from his foot My friend quickly apologised and said that was the last time he would be using that gun. He came about as close to losing a foot as he wanted to and I came close to loseing my life thank good it wasn't a more consentrated hit or one in the eye. one in my head one in my cheek and what really ticks me off one in the stock of my brand new to me old mossi 12ga. Oh well more battle scars and storys to tell.
 
The first time I fired my father's Win. Model 12, I was 8 years old. The gun was far too long and heavy for me, and I was far too inexperienced with anything other than airguns. Between making the sight picture and squeezing the trigger, the butt of the gun had slipped to the middle of my bicep. Knocked me 90deg clockwise and I had limited use of my right arm for a few days.

Dad got a good laugh, however.
 
I fell asleep....

My worst accident happened when I fell asleep on the couch. I was watching an auction online but fell asleep on the couch and missed my chance to bid. A primo Makarov with three magazines went for $111.00, I believe it was. I'm still shaken by the experience.
 
I'm pretty new to owning guns, and I've had a couple of close calls. I was letting my friend handle a couple of pistols, neither had a round chambered, but one had a magazine loaded. He fondled the first one, then picked up the 1911, and racked the slide. It took me a second to register he was about to blow a hole in something, since he didn't realize he had just chambered a round. I stopped him in time. Stupid on both our parts, but at least he had the excuse of ignorance.

My other moment of stupidity was leaving my brand new AR laying out mid range while I let my friend shoot a handgun for the first time, he emptied it before I remembered he was putting all those rounds into the dirt in the same area my rifle was. Luckily it was spared. Both those mishaps definitely made an impression, and I'm a lot more careful now.
 
I was at the range shooting a M1903 Springfield that was rebarreled to .25-06. This rifle has produced 1/2 inch groups and was sighted in dead on at 100 yds. When I checked my first group, it spread about 3 inches, and was 6 inches low and to the left. Puzzled, I looked at some fired cases on the bench and thought at first they were .45/70. I picked one up and saw it was a .260 Rem. blown straight out to fill the .25-06 chamber. I had put three .264 dia bullets through a .257 barrel, and had noticed nothing amiss till I checked the cases. Neither the rifle nor I suffered any injuries, but it was the dumbest thing I've ever done with a gun.

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My brother had an experience in the mid-eighties. He and his partner were going from oil well to oil well checking panels or something, way out in the scrub. He had brought along a 380 Llama and while his co-worker walked up to check some readings, he stayed in the pick-up cab and admired his little jewel. I guess the sound ol the shot in the cab stunned him and when he got his senses, he checked the floorboard for the hole. He noticed a rip in his jeans about even with his left ankle and when he pulled up his pant leg, an identical hole in his boot. He managed to find a very small, almost unnoticable hole on the inside of his leg a few inches down from his knee. At some point during the drive to the hospital in Levelland, his leg started to hurt.

The doctor told him that somehow the round passed between his leg bone and the artery. If it had hit the bone, he would not have walked for a long time. If it had hit the artery, he would have bled out.

How he managed to live this long.......
 
A few years back I bought a 30s vintage Colt Government model at a gun show in Columbus Ohio. The price was very, very reasonable. Which made me suspicious. I looked the gun over and could see no problems other than its obvious signs of age, but really she looked pretty good. The old fellow who owned it said it worked fine, no problems. So I paid the asking price and went home with the prize.

l got it home and took it to the little range in my back yard. I loaded three rounds of 230 ball ammo into the magazine, just to make sure she functioned and shot to point of aim. I racked the slide back, released and BOOM. Good thing I had it aimed at the ground as the round hit the dirt about 4 feet in front of me. Turns out the firing pin channel was so full of crud the pin was frequently but not always stuck forward. I know it was not stuck forward when I looked at it at the show... It did no damage to the gun but it did startle me.

Lesson is any old gun you buy, check and clean it before attempting to fire it. I have not seen the old guy I bought it from at a show since, but since he was selling that so cheap I am convinced he thought he was unloading a defective gun. Frankly it could have turned out very bad had I tried to rack that slide in my home...
 
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