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1) When I was about 7 or 8 I went hiking in a park with my dad and my brother. Nature called all of us to visit the park restroom. Unfortunately my brother got to the urinal before I did, and I had to go REALLY BAD. I got a brilliant idea, since I had such good aim, why not take a shot right between his legs, and straight into the urinal. I didn't have as good as aim as I thought, and I soaked my brother pretty good. He started jumping up and down and screaming that he was going to kill me. My dad was laughing and was so amused, that he didn't let my brother touch me.

2) My brother and I were out shooting 22s in the woods and we ran out of interesting targets to shoot. My brother pulled out his wallet, threw it into the air, and told me to shoot it. Unfortunately, my aim improved since incident #1, and I shot a perfect bullseye through his wallet, ruining his driver's license, and everything else.
 
Airborne, I sold a Spas 12 folder that was like new to a dealer for $650. I had bought it for $450 a year or so before and thought that was a good deal. Until I saw one advertised for $1200.

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oops! Sometimes BBs (from BB guns don't always stick in wooden things) ... yup, bounced one right back at me & it hurt!

& don't shoot strike anywhere matches out of a BB gun against hard surfaces when there's lots of dried leaves around. :(
 
When I was in the service, my squad was doing a graded field exercise. I was still fairly new to the Rangers and with all the high ranking brass watching, I was quite nervous. We had to do a tactical movement to the enemy's base camp. Our mission was to set up perimeter bombs and also sneak into the commander's tent and assasinate their company commander. I did everything to perfection. Low crawled through their perimeter defense undetected. Once I got into the commanding tent, I was suppose to fire two rounds at the dummy commander. I pulled out my 9 mm and squeezed the trigger.
Nothing. Pulled the trigger again... nothing
With the General and Colonel watching, I'm standing there like a dumbass pulling the trigger and nothing happening.
Well, to make a long story short, I never loaded the magazine.

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My stupidest thing ever doesn't involve firearms. I did mine with a compound bow. I loved that bow. It was a Bear that you could break down into a pretty small package, and the pull was only about 20-25 lbs. I think I was 8. Belongs to a friend of the family now. Anyway, I was outside. We live right on the edge of town. There's our street, then a set of railroad tracks, then nothing but open fields and scattered farmhouses for quite a ways. My brilliant idea, out in the back yard one day, was to shoot an arrow into the air and see where it came down. The only thing I can say for myself is that I aimed it where I thought it would come down safely. I learned 2 very important lessons:

1. You can't tell where an arrow comes down because it goes pretty far when you point it almost straight up. This is NOT safe no matter how empty the country looks.

2. Your dad is much smarter than you give him credit for. Chances are, he's smarter than you are. He is certainly not foolish enough to let you shoot alone outside. He may SAY that you're on your own, but he is actually standing on the back porch watching you, no more than 20 yards away.

Needless to say, I didn't get to touch the bow again for about a year give or take. He left it hanging out in the open so I could look at it and think about how stupid I was. I have never done anything so stupid since.

RE: BB's and ricochets. For my 13th birthday, my parents got me a new bb gun and dad built an indoor target. I think he still has it somewhere, it's pretty neat. He built metal pop-up targets and mounted them on bicycle chain so they'd pass across the top and be stood up as they went across the bottom. I had to try it out in the workshop, and we all put on our glasses. Good thing too, because after we had told mom not to worry about ricochets and that glasses are just a precaution, the first shot came back and hit her cheek just below the lens!
 
My experience was similar to Gwinnydapooh's experience. A friend had access to several compound bows and some very sharp arrows.

We would shoot them straight up and try to avoid them at the last minute. We were a couple of lucky SOB's back then, neither of us were ever hit. But those arrows come screaming down at you. It is indeed exhilrating, albeit stupid.

Ben

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1. Got Married.

2. When i was a kid tried to shoot a squrrel with a .22 CB cap out my bedroom window, missed went into the neighbors siding. Nothing was said thank God.
 
I ate some Doritos and shortly afterward drank several beers and some whiskey- all within one hour. I threw up several agonizing times. I think there were Doritos stuck in my nose. (That's probably more than you wanted to know!) I'll never drink and eat Doritos at the same time. I've heard peanuts are bad, too?
 
A .40S&W through the side of my house while "dry" firing. Once you've done that you'll never do it again. Never. Don't think it can't happen to you because that exactly when it will. I learned my lesson and *never* pick up a firearm without checking it for a loaded round... even if I just set it down.
 
Ok, my dumbest thing hasn't happened to me yet (knock on wood) BUT. Here's one that happened to someone else. After the ceasefire in Desert Shield my BN. was camped out in the Iraqi desert.

One of the medics decided to clean his .45 and so like a "good" boy decided to clear it first. He racked the slide back, made sure the chamber was clear and let the slide go forward. Dropped the mag and then fired it. The round just grazed his knee through his DBDU's. He needed to wash them afterwards.

Moral of the story; If you haven't practiced with your weapon and know it by heart don't take it for granted that you know what you're doing
 
I've been waiting on this one simply because it's not all that spectacular. My first Summer away from home at camp was probably when I was six or so. The only reason I wanted to go was because they had a rifle range and instruction. Second day of camp our cabin was in the rotation for the range and I learned a lesson very quickly. Safety.

Since we were young, we got to shoot BB guns at 50 feet using standard NRA targets. I didn't even get to fire off a first shot. As many of you know, you have to shake the BB gun to load a BB, but it was difficult to see if it was chambered without flipping it over. Some kids would shake, pump, fire, but nothing would come out.

So, being the brainiac that I am, I thought that turning the gun upside down (to check the chamber) was bad. Hey, physics. I thought all the BBs would fall out. So instead of flipping it upside down, I turned it around, barrel at the bench. I got my ass dragged out of there so quick I didn't even know what had happened.

It was then that I learned a forced lesson, which is why (knock on wood) I have NEVER done anything stupid since. As a "treat" the instructor pulled a semiautomatic pistol from the case. Since we had no protection, he had us cover our ears and he took a shot at a wooden stump to show us that guns do damage. I'd never seen a pistol before, and we were quite impressed.

This is where I learned the lesson of a lifetime. He did to us what he did to every new group of campers coming in at the beginning of the Summer. After taking a single shot, he started talking to us. He hit the magazine release and showed us what the magazine and cartridges looked like. While our attention was drawn to the magazine, he fired the chambered round downrange mid sentence.

After we wet ourselves, he finished up by saying, "ever gun is loaded, even if the bullets are in your hand."

Because of that day, I have become a model enthusiast. At 15, I become a senior instructor at the camp range and taught every year I went back as a counselor. And every year he and I drilled safety into the minds of the kids, especially with the .22 bolt action and semiautomatic rifles.
 
Well, with the proliferation of BB gun stories, I shall play along as well. When I was about ten or twelve, a friend and I were galvanting about in the woods surrounding my house with two air rifles and my ATV. My friend decided that he wanted to take a run down the driveway, so I obliged him by taking possession of his BB gun. Unbeknownst to me, he had pumped the rifle and chambered a BB. Having put my rifle aside and still having his on my person, I took aim (NOT to actually shoot him, but to feign doing so. I know...stupid, stupid, stupid.) at his head as he turned to speak to me, and pulled the trigger. Needless to say when I heard the distinctive crack emitted by that Crossman air rifle and saw my friend grab his face and fall backward to the ground I nearly experienced a Code Brown. I turned out that the BB struck his cheek about one inch below his eye. A bit of swelling and a bruise was fortunately all that came of the incident. Now why didn't Ralphie's mom warn him about shooting someone elses eye out???

One other interesting occurance involving the same friend and another (idiot) schoolmate and myself a few years later. On this particular day, we were at the friend's house who I had shot, acting the fool with a couple of CO2 pistols and a blowgun. My two friends decided it would be fun to go outside and use the blowgun to shoot a dart at me as I came out the door. Well, as I exited the house I happened to notice the two standing about twenty-five feet away and the idiot schoolmate with the blowgun at mouth level. Before I could react I heard a whoosh and heard/felt a thwoomp. The guy had managed to place a hunting tip dart about one-quarter of an inch above and to the right of my left eye in the bony prominence of my eyebrow ridge. I once again nearly experinced a Code Brown and ran back inside and collapsed thinking my brain had been skewered. Luckily it only took a couple of small tugs to dislodge the dart from my skull and couple of days for me to forgive my friend.

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Hm. Dunno that it was dumb- I kinda like this memory...:O I'd forgotten...

I loved and looked up to my older brother, Randy. I thought he was god. 8 years older than me, he would bring home food when he came in during the wee hours from working at Burger King, and wake me up to play with whatever toys they were giving out with the kids's meals, and eat with him. One day Randy cut the tip off one of his fingers while making sandwiches. Ow. It wasn't a maiming cut, but it did bleed a lot, evidently.

Randy always had some kind of new toy. BB guns, blowguns (bought or made by hand), bows- you name it. He was a crack shot, and an inventive demon of a youth. Like I said, he was a god. He shot a rattlesnake at point-blank range with a 12-gauge while out hunting. It was over 6 ft long, and tasted pretty good fried. He killed 16 rabbits in one day. He was a great shot, really.

One day, Randy and I were playing in the woods in the nearby schoolyard. We went man to man with our BB guns, I with a Red Ryder, and he with a pumpable Crossman. He claimed that the Crossman took two pumps to equal the single pump the RR allowed. (Though I'm sure he added more when we split up.) So, we each went our way into the woods, and came out firing.
Randy used some passing kids to spot my 20. Did I mention he was a great shot? <Ping> Ow! [Pump, pump, pump] <Ping> My 9-yr old, chubby little self was dashing through the brush, cranking out what our past military would have termed "saturation", and current leadership would have proudly labelled "supressive" fire. I was totally missing, in other words. Then I hear this

OW!

It was a trick. I knew it. It was always a trick. Finally, I came out. Randy was sitting on the ground. As I came closer, I saw he was holding his hand, and I watched the bandage covering his finger grow a tiny little red blossom. Only shot I hit. :D And, we were done. (Until the next time. See, Randy had this bow...)
 
Went out traipsing around the LA riots after curfew.

Darn those National Guardsmen! I hate seeing guns from *that* end! :eek:


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1. When I was a kid my friend and I found a 22 revolver cylinder. It had one round in it and we decided to get it out. Try as we might we couldn't as it was jammed. Being a couple of Einsteins and not knowing how bullets we started hammering the cyclinder against some steps. A couple of seconds later the round exploded sending the lead straight up.

2. To decorate a dead tree I decided to hammer used empty shells into a pattern. I hit the last shell just right and the primer exploded. It hit my sunglasses so hard that it cracked the lens. Had I not been wearing I might've lost an eye.

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All I have for this topic is being the VICTIM of my brothers' stupidity. I was 10 and he was 12 or so. He has a Toys R Us flintlock pistol...believe it or not. It had a thin metal barrel, but was somehow designed functional.

Anyway,,,,my dumba$$ brother spends about two weeks cutting open those red 6 shot plastic toy gun gunpowder rings. He fills the damn thing with gunpowder, a wad and a cork "bullet". He put one of those red plastic caps where the hammer strikes the whatever.

He calls me upstairs. I go up to see what he wants. I see him aiming this thing at me from his bedroom. I have just enough time to turn around and start running when BOOOOOM!!!! The jerk off shot me in the leg!

The only blood was in the welt that took 2 weeks to go away. My revenge is a tale for another evening... ;-)
 
Cruisin' around the shallows around the Florida Keys, Tarpon and opportunity, (mostly tracking sharks from the tower in our 22' Boston Whaler and using M1 Garands) fishing.
We get a 9 foot Mako, haul it on board, lots of thrahing around, I tell my new mate to get it under control. there's a baseball bat for that, but he decides a .357 mag will do it quicker, yeah right, bullet goes through the sharks head, both decks into Davy Jones locker. Fortunately didn't hit any crossbeams, fuel lines or power harness's.
Pointing a gun in a safe direction on a boat is never down!!!

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Don't have any 'this happen to me while I was growing up' stories. Luckily.

But today, it's anytime I go out and forget to carry. Usually makes me paranoid as hell, I have a problem hiding my 'nervousness'; and I can't wait to get back home...
Guess that's why I've started keeping 'something extra' in my truck. :)
Live and learn...

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MOD's.... If this is too old then shut'er down.

A blast from the waaaaayyyy past. Kinda fun reading these. Had to dig deeeep for this.:)

I dont know if this counts or not.:rolleyes:

The electricity goes out all the time here so we're use to it. Lots of lanterns and head lamps and a battery to power the wood stove fan. We dont think much of it. Until I turned around tonight and almost bumped the lantern with the tray of casings I'd just powdered.:eek:

It was on the opposite bench from where I powder them, but on the same bench as most of my presses. Turned around to seat the bullets and there it was.

Nothing happened ( luckily ), I just moved it to the other end of the bench, but it got me thinking a little better anyway. I grabbed a headlamp (why didn't I think of that sooner?) and finished my business.

Anyway, just thought I would share my one stooopid moment in 11 years.Surely I'm not the only dumb one still out there.:)
 
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