I have a couple:
CHILD:
When I was about 12, we used to regularly go into the woods and have BB gun fights. I had 2 a Daisy Red Rider and a smaller 10 pump crossman. My brother had a MONSTER 10 pump Crossman with a scope.
Well It was not fair, someone always getting stuck with the damned one cock Red Rider, so we traded weapons regularly.
Today I had the Red Rider, my Big Brother had my smaller 10 pump and my BEST FRIEND had the mongosso 10 pump crossman.
We had a strict 3 pump limit so we would not really hurt anyone (man we were STUPID).. anyway...
There I was... stalking through the woods (Oh yeah... it is January in Maine, so it is a little cold... I cant manupulate the trigger with my mittens on, so I do not have any..)
When all of a sudden, I feel the stock of my Red Rider jolt... I pick it up and look at it.. there's a hole in the left side of the stock almost at the rear (plastic+cold+projectile impact=brittle) But I do not know where it came from... I turn a little to the left when all of a sudden... Pfffip!!! I get a BB fully impacted on my exposed-cold-widdle bitty thumb.... RIGHT ON THE THUMBNAIL!!!
I drop my Red Rider, and begin squallin and rollin around on the frozen snow.. and my big brother stands up from the brush and is laughing his butt off... he appears to be reloading to go for a kill,... when my BEST FRIEND on the planet Matt Bedell of Lisbon Maine... jumps out of the brush to my right (with 3 pumps already sittin behind a BB) and starts pumping that thing like an oil leak in the gulf... pump pump etc etc.. He's yelling at my brother.. Drop it MFer!! Drop it!!
Shawn complies and is trying to talk my buddy down...
I roll around some more and feel the pulse in my thumb for hours.. while a purple dot continues to grow under the nail.....
Lesson: Wear gloves...
ADULT OOOPS MOMENT:
I had a friend that wanted a Tec 9 (I do not know why) But he was 20 and I was older... I bought it with the intent on keeping it until he was of age then tranferring it to him... friends come over one night (all soldiers.. and friends) We start talking guns and I pull out the tec 9. I tell my friends it may be hot so clear it first.. I then go into the living room while they stay in the kitchen... next thing I know BOOM!! I run into the kitchen and look at the guys.. one of which looks really dumbfounded... I said *** happened.. he says ' i thought it was unloaded, I aimed out the window (which was open) and pulled the trigger..
Well it is clear now..
Back when this happened in 1989 I lived in an apartment complex in Tacoma Wa, and the MGT were jerks.. There was a person about 50 feet from the area of the parking lot where the shot was aimed... missed, but close..
My friend (not the shooter) says the cops will def come so hes gonna take the gun and put it in his car... he does so.. we get back to looking normal, ready to play spades.//
5 mins later (good response time for a couple units in Tacoma) knock knock knock, I open the door... Cant see anyone.. then a couple officers emerge from both sides of the door jambs.. and ask to come in.. Sure I say.. they tell me why I am there, and I tell them,,, I have no idea.. they ask to look around (hoping to find a bullet hole) and do so... find nothing and tell me to call them if I see or hear anything... Which I never do..
Dang that was close
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