Dumbest thing you have done, the confessional has re-opened

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Some time back I posted a "When I was young and dumb" post.. Then,,a wiser man than I,
"Who was moderating at the time" Closed the thread after a few posts? He had a good reason.
And after further thought.
It really isnt a wise idea to catalogue the number of times and events of[ AD"s, Near misses and "almost killed me's"] We do not need to feed the fuel to the fire for the anti's. Who just need to cut and paste to document the carelessness and irresponsiblity
on gun owners !

Dont get me wrong, I love to hear the stories and have many to tell of my own ignorance, "Hence my ill fated post"
But after further thought? what do you think?

My two cents FWIW
 
Shot my brother in the foot with a Crossman .177 pellet gun. I pumped it 4 times and thought it unloaded, but it had already been pumped 10 times and loaded by my friend. I was going to push the air through the mesh of his tennis shoe, but a pellet went about 1/4" into his foot and luckily hit a bone and bounced out. I was 15, he was 16 and in pain for several days.
 
When I was about 7 I shot my best friend with a BB gun in the butt (maybe 25 feet away). Yes, I did it intentionally, and no, it didn't go in...it just hurt a lot. I guess I was just evil.
 
1. I was 11 or 12, this was the first time I'd ever fired a pistol. I think it was some kind of compact S&W 9mm but I remember that it had a really heavy trigger pull. The guy who owned it had a custom large capacity clip and was letting his son and I trade off 3 or 4 rounds at a time. Well, my turn came up and I squeezed and squeezed and nothing, so I pointed the muzzle up and turned my head to see if the slide had locked back and *BAM*. I left my finger on the trigger and it must have been on the verge of giving when I pointed the gun up.
It left a nice hole in the top of the range shelter.
2. Something I'll never forget -- my friends used to go out in the woods with pellet guns and shoot mice in an old abandoned house. They decided they were going to start shooting AT each other. I ended up hiding in a barn (I knew better) and within five minutes one of my friends had a pellet lodged in his eye. 'nuff said.
 
Pea Shooter:

I remember the young and dumb post. In fact, I haven't posted in this thread until now for the reasons you mention.
 
I guess the dumbest thing I've ever done was to not stop a stupid act from occuring. Me & my best friend had been shooting our .22 rifles all morning, and I guess become irresponsibly bored. (We were 17 at the time) He wanted to shoot a spent .22 casing off of the end of the muzzle, while pointing it straight up. No, he didn't cram it down into the bore, but niether could he get it to just balance there long enough to pull the trigger. Think he gave up? Darwin award, coming right up. Holding the shell casing between his thumb and index finger, he placed at the end of the muzzle, raised it above his head, and fired. My face was instantaneously spattered with blood as the bullet fragmented on contact with the shell casing. As he started what is commonly refered to as "the hot brass boogey", I took the rifle out of his hand (muzzle still pointing up) and cleared it. Now finding him squatting on the ground, clutching his fingers with blood flowing freely. Wrapped them up in a bandana and headed for the emergency room. X-Rays showed his fingertips pilfered with tiny fragments of lead. Since the bleeding had already stopped, and there was nothing to be stitched up (just alotta tiny intrance wounds), the doctor said that the only thing that could be done was to wait for tiny infections to develope, and squeeze the fragments out. I think you can imagine how much fun that was.
 
This was a real bonehead stunt that I pulled about 4 years ago. Was breaking a mule to stand to gun fire. He was tied to the trailer and I was about 10-12' away shooting up in the air, I might add in a safe direction towards the mountains. I was shooting a Ruger Mark 11 (.22 cal.) and had fired off probably a half dozen full magazines. I didn't have the arm that was shooting the gun extended very much, and as I went to scratch my back with my other hand, next thing I knew I was on the ground seeing stars with blood running down my face. My wife was outside working in the yard, and she heard me cussing up a storm and came over to see what had happened. I gave her quite a scare - she thought I had shot myself in the head when she saw all the blood. What had happened was as I was reaching with my other hand behind my back to scratch it, I must of unconsciously lowered the gun in my other hand enough that when I shot it, the slide came back and cut a furrow in my scalp. Hurt like the dickens. Don't think I've ever done anything so stupid in all my life.
 
One of the dense things Ive done, when I was in my teens. One new years I pulled out the ole 16Ga single shot shotgun to bring in the new year. Well, Id never checked the bore or even shot the thing and when I stuffed a round in it and fired it at 12:00 that night it fell apart in my hands, and the hand on the fore end smarted like hell. Upon the not too close inspection indoors, I discovered the last 4 inches of barrel had blown wide open. What happened? don't know, but I trashed that thing and was lucky enough to survive an important lesson.
The stories in this forum are great ways to learn and laugh a little. Let the antis cut and paste their life away, we will spend ours daring to live enough to make the mistakes and learn, and teach.

[This message has been edited by Zensho (edited February 05, 2000).]
 
Tried to rapid fire my Desert Eagle, lol

I shot the metal target holder and then the ceiling, the guys working the range weren't too happy, LOL

-Frank (the spank)
 
I'm quite certain the dumbest thing I've done had nothing to do with guns, but rather, the opposite sex...which might be why my house is fairly stocked with guns, but-
 
We assumed that the battalion commander had cleared the .50 caliber M85 machine gun on our M60A3 tank after borrowing it.

We couldn't get the charging handle back so decided to dismantle the gun. This involved one guy standing on the top of the turret and pulling on the barrel while the other released it.

I pulled the barrel out and my loader yelled up to me that a live round fell out of the gun.

The colonel had jammed the gun and left it hot without telling anyone.

Never assume a gun is unloaded!!!
 
Seems everyone has the, "Shot my friend in the ass with a B.B. gun" story. Might as well add mine.

It was after Christmas dinner, a friend and I were carefully inspecting my brand new aquisition, a Red Ryder B.B. gun.....

I had begged my parents for months trying to convince them I was old enough for a B.B gun. I got straight A's in school, fed the dog, washed the car, did everything I could to demonstrate I was responsible. My father finally aquiesced, but at my mothers insistence, I wasn't allowed to shoot the gun until the weekend after Christmas. I couldn't wait that long. All morning and afternoon I practiced aiming and dry firing the gun. The suspense was killing me. Finally dinnertime came around, and a friend from down the street came over. Coincidentally he too had received a B.B. pellet gun (much better than mine I might add), and just happened to have a few b.b's in his pocket from the morning shoot. Well, one thing led to another, all that responsibilty and hard work quickly went down the sh*tter. being the showoff that I am(was), I loaded the gun and decided that shooting out the window into the trees/dark would do no harm. So with the light on in my room, and the shade open, I unloaded 5 B.B's into the night as fast as I could. Immediately I heard a

" WHAT THE G*DD*AMN HELL !! HEY YOU !"

My friend quickly turned off the light and I shut the shade. Apparently I had shot the next door neighbor in the ass (grouped pretty well I might add !). I tried to play it off like nothing had happened. But the guy was 20 feet away and had seen me holding the gun with the light on in my room. We must of stood there in the dark for 5 minutes while he screamed outside and pounded on my window. Finally my parents heard him, and needless to say I didn't get my hands on the Red ryder for quite some time. Oh yea, and a BIG apology to the next door neighbor (mowed his lawn for a couple months).
 
Not counting women or weapons (re: PEA SHOOTER), I was a paperboy for the Oakland Tribute. Somehow I got some cherry bombs, and while I was folding my papers and getting ready to go on my route, I decided to put one into one of my customer's mail box. You know, just to watch the lid blow open.

KaBOOM!! It was "Oh Sh1t" as I watched the entire mailbox, flattened into a single sheet of metal, sail over my head.

And watch my customer walk out of his house towards me...

Fortunately, he was a good guy, made me buy him a new mailbox.

Trouble is, it was very cool to watch that mailbox lift off!!

Roon
 
One .223 round through our double pane living room window. Doing a trigger adjust & after slapping the AR15 mag back in, I just had to charge & check the trigger again. It worked. ;(

Yes, I'm still married.

Two kinds of folks - those that have had their accidents & those who are still waiting.
 
That best friend of mine? Yeah, a few years earlier. Got in an argument with him that his Red Ryder wasn't powerful enough to penetrate a tin can. So he got one out, and stood it up on end. Aiming straight down the sights, straight down at the can.... You can see this one coming, right? I'm thinking about the last thing that his mom had said to us: "You boys are gonna put yer eye out with that thing!" ***Phhtttoooot, splat...OOOWWW!!!*** No, it didn't put his eye out, but it dotted it pretty good.
 
Dumbest thing I every did was sell my worked over 30/30 md 94 to buy books in college. Second dumbest thing I ever did was sell my Python and my Hi-power for wedding rings. Third dumbest thing I ever did was buy an unfired 44 automag. Talk about a useless piece of steel. This one hurts the most. I am dieing to shoot it, but do not want to ruin the value of the gun. Now it just sits in the safe.

Lessons learned:
1) never sell a gun
2) borrow money for less important things like weddings and college (just kidding)
3) never buy a gun you won't shoot.
 
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