notbubba
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Zoidberg523, I think he was refering to...
Other people hurt, the drunk driver walks away without a scratch.
Other people hurt, the drunk driver walks away without a scratch.
Worst "oops" you made with a firearm?
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Zoidberg523
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If that is the case, then I retract my statement. 
ETA - It indeed appears that that is what he meant. My apologies. Please disregard my rant.
ETA - It indeed appears that that is what he meant. My apologies. Please disregard my rant.
Kentucky Kernel
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Not with a gun but with ammo....This was years ago when you could go through security (metal detectors, etc.) and meet passengers right at the gate. I had been at a range the morning I was to pick up my wife at the airport. At the end of the session I had a few rounds left on the ammo box and I nonchalantly put the live rounds in my pants pocket and headed to the airport. As I was walking up to the metal detector in the airport security area, I slipped my hand into my pocket and "Great Scott!" realized that I was a few feet away from the detector with a handful of 9mm rounds on my person. I was able to collect my thoughts fast enough to pause, ask the security guy where the closest men's room was, and then was able to turn right around without seeming suspicious. Sheesh.
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[QUOTE When as a young soldier the first time the M-14 was introduced to us after training with the Garand, I fired it full auto at the range and lost control. Felt real stupid firing up in the air.................. TE
Don't feel like the Lone Ranger in your case. I think the same thing happened to a lot more of us than care to admit it.
The91Bravo
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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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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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When I was 12, I was shooting at some of those plastic army men set up on some scrap bricks with my bb gun. Al of a sudden my vision went all funny. The bb ricocheted back into my glasses lens and shattered it. Thankfully I was not blinded but that was the only lesson I ever needed to treat guns with the respect they require.
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I wondered if someone would take that wrong Zoidberg, don't worry.
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I spent half my life in a little town in Mexico, on the beach. I had a BB gun down there for pigeons mostly, the occasional snake. I was around 8-10 or one day and me and some of my cousins form there were shooting at stuff. I shot one BB into a think wood fence post and it stuck right it. My next brilliant idea was to stand close enough to put the end of the barrel right up to the stuck BB. Pulled the trigger, and smack. It bounced right back and hit me in the cheek. Right below my right eye. I promptly put the BB gun away for the day.
SundownRider
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Shot a perfectly good television with a 10/22 that wasn't cleared properly. In hindsight, it was the best place for the bullet to go, since at the time I lived in the ground floor of an apartment building and firing towards the ceiling might have been disastrous.
MinnMooney
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I carried a loaded rifle into a gun store for repair.
black_powder_Rob
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It was my first gun and it was a SAA 22. Well I made sure it was not loaded and wore it on my hip like in the westerns. I then preceded to practice my quick draw. Man that was fun so I thought I would try fanning the trigger next. after about the fifth time fanning the trigger I realized that the cylinder spun freely. Thats when I found out that fanning triggers is not the best thing to do.:banghead: took a few weeks to get a replacement part.
OrangePwrx9
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Took the Rem. 597 out into the yard after a woodchuck. Can't remember whether I shot it or not. Took the magazine out and tossed it on the bed in the spare bedroom when I got back. It stayed there for months untouched. I live alone.
Late this winter I took it to the range to check zero. Inserted the magazine, pulled back the charging handle to load and a round popped out. I about ____. Looked down to see that the safety was off as well...and I hadn't turned it off. About ____ again.
There's something to be said for keeping the finger off the trigger until ready to shoot. There's even more that could be said about checking the chamber when you pick up a gun and before you put it down. Leaving the action open is on the list too.
I tend to relax around .22 RFs. Not smart.
Bob
Late this winter I took it to the range to check zero. Inserted the magazine, pulled back the charging handle to load and a round popped out. I about ____. Looked down to see that the safety was off as well...and I hadn't turned it off. About ____ again.
There's something to be said for keeping the finger off the trigger until ready to shoot. There's even more that could be said about checking the chamber when you pick up a gun and before you put it down. Leaving the action open is on the list too.
I tend to relax around .22 RFs. Not smart.
Bob
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OrangePwrx9
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They say confession is good for the soul, so here's more:
There's the time I short-started a conical in a muzzleloader at the range. Bulged the barrel. Before I did that, it was the first and only ML I'd ever shot that would consistently group conicals under 2" at 100 yards.
And then there's the time I sent a Ruger Bisley back to the factory for repair because empty cases were sometimes hard to extract. Thanks to that "repair", it went from being a phenomenal shooter to a scattergun. Took another trip and a new cylinder to make it a reasonable shooter again, but it never came back to what it was.
"Oops" come easy when you're your own worst enemy.
Bob
There's the time I short-started a conical in a muzzleloader at the range. Bulged the barrel. Before I did that, it was the first and only ML I'd ever shot that would consistently group conicals under 2" at 100 yards.
And then there's the time I sent a Ruger Bisley back to the factory for repair because empty cases were sometimes hard to extract. Thanks to that "repair", it went from being a phenomenal shooter to a scattergun. Took another trip and a new cylinder to make it a reasonable shooter again, but it never came back to what it was.
"Oops" come easy when you're your own worst enemy.
Bob
One night when I was about 6 years old my two brothers and I were in the living room watching an old Clint Eastwood western. Typical of kids we were laying down on our bellies with our faces about 12" from the screen. My father shot competitively for years and his loading room was right next to the livingroom.
I can remember laying there watching tv when I heard my dad dryfire his revo. I looked back and saw that he had come out of the loading room and was now sitting on his recliner dryfiring at the tv screen then he pointed the revo at the ceiling. I turned back and resumed watching Clint blast away at the bad guys.
I hear two more clicks of dryfiring from my dad when suddenly WHAMO!!! Dear old dad had blasted a round right thru the roof. My brothers and I were laughing our butts off. Mom came running into wondering what had happened.
It's funny my dad has always been kind of a harda$$, not one the show much emotion or even say much. But that night I saw a man shaken to the bone. I remember the look on his face, pale for sure. He took a minute to look us over and explain how sorry he was. The next day he gave my brothers and I (at the time we were 11,6 and 4) a refresher in gun saftey.
One day I had taken my wife out to do a little shooting with 3 of my 1911's. I had two 5" guns, one in .45 and the other in .38 super. I also had my compact in .45 with us. After a little refresher on the weapons I let her loose with them. About 1/2 hour into the shooting she says to me "Cliff....are the bullets suppost to fall out of the barrel?".
She had grabbed a loaded .38 super magazine and tried to load up the 5" .45. When she tried to chamber a round it would spit the whole shell right out the barrel. I laughed because the night before I had done the same thing.
I had the two 5" guns on the bench and was doing a function check with some dummy rounds. I felt like an idiot when I rapidly cycled the action of the .38 thru 8 rounds and noticed they were laying in a pile in front of the gun instead of off to the side. It was then that I realized I had the .45 in my hand and not my super.
I can remember laying there watching tv when I heard my dad dryfire his revo. I looked back and saw that he had come out of the loading room and was now sitting on his recliner dryfiring at the tv screen then he pointed the revo at the ceiling. I turned back and resumed watching Clint blast away at the bad guys.
I hear two more clicks of dryfiring from my dad when suddenly WHAMO!!! Dear old dad had blasted a round right thru the roof. My brothers and I were laughing our butts off. Mom came running into wondering what had happened.
It's funny my dad has always been kind of a harda$$, not one the show much emotion or even say much. But that night I saw a man shaken to the bone. I remember the look on his face, pale for sure. He took a minute to look us over and explain how sorry he was. The next day he gave my brothers and I (at the time we were 11,6 and 4) a refresher in gun saftey.
One day I had taken my wife out to do a little shooting with 3 of my 1911's. I had two 5" guns, one in .45 and the other in .38 super. I also had my compact in .45 with us. After a little refresher on the weapons I let her loose with them. About 1/2 hour into the shooting she says to me "Cliff....are the bullets suppost to fall out of the barrel?".
She had grabbed a loaded .38 super magazine and tried to load up the 5" .45. When she tried to chamber a round it would spit the whole shell right out the barrel. I laughed because the night before I had done the same thing.
I had the two 5" guns on the bench and was doing a function check with some dummy rounds. I felt like an idiot when I rapidly cycled the action of the .38 thru 8 rounds and noticed they were laying in a pile in front of the gun instead of off to the side. It was then that I realized I had the .45 in my hand and not my super.
Once when reorganizing a couple of closets I used at my daughters house for extra storage I handed my lever action Marlin 1894c to my granddaughter to take to another bedroom closet. I always kept 6 rounds in the magazine but an empty chamber (a routine my daughter was familiar with, thank heavens) so the gun was ready if needed in a hurry. A few months after this event my daughter (who cut her teeth on firearms) called and wanted to know why my rifle was in the closet, a round in the chamber, and the hammer cocked. I nealry passed out. It turned out my granddaughter, always being interested in how things work had wanted to see what that lever did so she pulled it down and a bullet popped into place. She knew she wasn't supposed to be messing with the gun and when she didn't know what to do she just closed the bolt and put it into the closet in the ready position, never bothered to tell anyone what she had done. The rifle sat there in the closet for several months cocked and ready. I still shutter about that and must take blame for the incident. I just never dreamed my granddaughter would fool with the gun. After all she was only moving the rifle 20 feet from where I was working, had some gun safety training, experience with different types of actions and was still under my supervision (I thought). Oh yes! And we are not talking about a child, my granddaughter was 21 years old. It just goes to show that you never take ANYTHING for granted and have to concentrate 100% when dealing with firearms AND other people. Just writing about this incicent got me to shaking again. Stay safe and NEVER let your guard down when firearmes are involved.
At age 7 and my younger brother age 6 were given Marlin 60's from our dad back in 1977.
Soon after he taught us gun safety and how to shoot them.
Due to my age at the time the details are sketchy but he was unloading the gun i believe in the upstairs living room and he fired a round right threw the floor into our furnished basement where my brother and i usually played most of the time.
One kinda embarrassing thing happened to me at the indoor range but i don't think any knows about but me. I was shooting my PT1911 in the room by myself and this gun has a really light trigger, Especially with the series 80 slide parts taken out id guess 1.5lbs now. Ive done nothing to make it this lite, It came that way from Taurus.
I got a bit too comfortable in my grip and i had a recoil induced double tap that sent 1 round into the ceiling.
Not long after i watched a girl who never shot a gun before shoot a M4 that was suppressed and the first round went into the ceiling and the second one did also but further down range and it took out a 12' fluorescent bulb that just flashed and shatters all over the further end of the range, I stepped back to the wall well away from the firing line until she gave the gun to someone else.
Soon after he taught us gun safety and how to shoot them.
Due to my age at the time the details are sketchy but he was unloading the gun i believe in the upstairs living room and he fired a round right threw the floor into our furnished basement where my brother and i usually played most of the time.
One kinda embarrassing thing happened to me at the indoor range but i don't think any knows about but me. I was shooting my PT1911 in the room by myself and this gun has a really light trigger, Especially with the series 80 slide parts taken out id guess 1.5lbs now. Ive done nothing to make it this lite, It came that way from Taurus.
I got a bit too comfortable in my grip and i had a recoil induced double tap that sent 1 round into the ceiling.
Not long after i watched a girl who never shot a gun before shoot a M4 that was suppressed and the first round went into the ceiling and the second one did also but further down range and it took out a 12' fluorescent bulb that just flashed and shatters all over the further end of the range, I stepped back to the wall well away from the firing line until she gave the gun to someone else.
I've done that too, but it wasn't an act of negligence; I had no choice.
I'd been shooting my Henry .22 WMR lever rifle, and cycled the lever after a shot . . . the extractor failed to grab the empty, and then the action tried -- unsuccessfully -- to feed another round. I emptied the magazine and tried to pry out the live round with a stick, but couldn't.
I put the rifle in a case and took it to the shop, a bit panicked, told the guy before I opened the case that it had a live round in it. He took it in the back for a few minutes while I stood at the counter hoping not to hear a bang, but then he brought it back out all cleared.
I've since figured out how to fix this problem myself.
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Loaded 9mm rounds in a .40 magazine while having both on the bench at the same time. Caught that mistake before firing.
Puchased .45 ammo at local gun shop. Guy hand me a box and off I go. Later at the range I wonder why my 1911 is acting screwy. Check the pistol and all looks good, check the magazines and the same. Check the ammo and it turns out to be .45 GAP not ACP.
Puchased .45 ammo at local gun shop. Guy hand me a box and off I go. Later at the range I wonder why my 1911 is acting screwy. Check the pistol and all looks good, check the magazines and the same. Check the ammo and it turns out to be .45 GAP not ACP.
MachIVshooter
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Oh, I almost forgot a good one. I'm sure I'm not the only person who's brought his hand way in tight to support in off-hand firing, forgetting about the operating handle of a semi-auto (in my case, a Mini-14). Holy cow does that hurt.
I did the same thing when I was about 8-9 years old. I was afraid to tell my parents what I had done so mashed fingers and all I continued with my regular chores. You don't know what pain is until you have had to spend several days milking cows with smashed fingers.
I was trying to answer to the posting about shooting a Dasiy BB gun with it cocked and how it will mash your fingers. I have not yet figured out how to use the quote option.
I was trying to answer to the posting about shooting a Dasiy BB gun with it cocked and how it will mash your fingers. I have not yet figured out how to use the quote option.
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I did the same thing when I was about 8-9 years old. I was afraid to tell my parents what I had done so mashed fingers and all I continued with my regular chores. You don't know what pain is until you have had to spend several days milking cows with smashed fingers.
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Love the BB gun stories, here's mine:
For a while the fun thing to with my buddies (we're all about 10) was go to one guy's house and have BB gun fights in their huge unfinished basement crammed with boxes and junk perfect for making forts and stuff. Yes, no safety glasses, no max number of pumps rule, but we did say no head shots, for what that was worth (shudder).
Anyway, one day I have mine way pumped up and I see a buddy's bare foot poking out from behind his cover. I took careful aim and hit him smack on the big toenail. Yowzas, the sound he made still raises the hair on the back of my neck in remembering it.
The games stopped ( in the basement ) when the friend's Mom went down there to discover that all the cardboard boxes were shot full of holes and thousands and thousands of little round copper spheres were in everything and rolling around on the floor.
For a while the fun thing to with my buddies (we're all about 10) was go to one guy's house and have BB gun fights in their huge unfinished basement crammed with boxes and junk perfect for making forts and stuff. Yes, no safety glasses, no max number of pumps rule, but we did say no head shots, for what that was worth (shudder).
Anyway, one day I have mine way pumped up and I see a buddy's bare foot poking out from behind his cover. I took careful aim and hit him smack on the big toenail. Yowzas, the sound he made still raises the hair on the back of my neck in remembering it.
The games stopped ( in the basement ) when the friend's Mom went down there to discover that all the cardboard boxes were shot full of holes and thousands and thousands of little round copper spheres were in everything and rolling around on the floor.
I think I posted this before but many years ago after getting my first gun (S&W 357 mag), I wanted to "smooth" things up, you know, remove all the burrs and other manufactureing defects from the action. Well, the hole through the cylinder for the extractor looked like it had some flashing so I reamed it round. Cost me a new cylinder when I learned why it so was. I've never repeated that mistake and have managed to make no others since then.
mustang_steve
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dropped my K-22 onto the slide assembly of my sccy, it has a permanent ding on the basckstrap.
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