In the middle of a shooting and reloading drill at about the 3 yard-line a hand-sized tarantula is crawling toward my feet from behind my target. I can't leave the line because of the safety of other agents. I thought about putting a round in the dirt and just taking the ass-chewing. But AFTER the firearms instructors quit laughing, they signaled the Range Officer in the tower for a cease-fire, had us holster and allowed to move while it was escorted behind us. I'm sure I was dancing like a panzy.
During a barrier drill at 25 yards, my hand hit the board funny pushing my skin into the slide. I got bit. Kept firing as it was timed and scored.
Got done, cleared, and holstered. Firearms Instructor came up behind me and extends a single band-aid over my right shoulder, laughing. I heard and saw him laughing, and I couldn't help laughing. Guys left and right of me are looking at blood on my hand, blood on the slide and can't figure why I'm close to tears with laughter along with the Instructor behind me. I put the band-aid on, and hand-wiped the bloody slide to my duty-pants.
Instructor stifles a chuckle and says, "You clean all the dumb-ass off that weapon, Cadet"?
I tried to say, "Sir *haha* yes Sir! *Bahwawawawa"
and we started again for another 30 seconds. By then the rest of the line instructors were behind me and they all joined in, laughing and pointing. They seemed to like me being a good sport about it. In a debriefing the squad is at attention, and the instructors started making cracks like
"Well done class, especially Blig for leaving a part of himself out there, that's hardcore"
another one started making statements out this being 'in your blood' things of that nature.
Folks, I had both lips over my teeth biting hard as tears and smiling eyes gave away I'm trying to not break formation.
Funniest and only injury I ever had on a range.
During a barrier drill at 25 yards, my hand hit the board funny pushing my skin into the slide. I got bit. Kept firing as it was timed and scored.
Got done, cleared, and holstered. Firearms Instructor came up behind me and extends a single band-aid over my right shoulder, laughing. I heard and saw him laughing, and I couldn't help laughing. Guys left and right of me are looking at blood on my hand, blood on the slide and can't figure why I'm close to tears with laughter along with the Instructor behind me. I put the band-aid on, and hand-wiped the bloody slide to my duty-pants.
Instructor stifles a chuckle and says, "You clean all the dumb-ass off that weapon, Cadet"?
I tried to say, "Sir *haha* yes Sir! *Bahwawawawa"
and we started again for another 30 seconds. By then the rest of the line instructors were behind me and they all joined in, laughing and pointing. They seemed to like me being a good sport about it. In a debriefing the squad is at attention, and the instructors started making cracks like
"Well done class, especially Blig for leaving a part of himself out there, that's hardcore"
another one started making statements out this being 'in your blood' things of that nature.
Folks, I had both lips over my teeth biting hard as tears and smiling eyes gave away I'm trying to not break formation.
Funniest and only injury I ever had on a range.