Lets hear your AD Stories. Come on...Fess up!!

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Farmalljon

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I'll start. When I was about 12 years old, I was sitting on my bed at about 9pm "playing" with my Mossberg semi-auto 22lr. It was one of the ones with the tube magazine that inserted through the butt of the stock. I was SURE I unloaded it. I removed the magazine, but forgot to clear the chamber. Anyway, I dry fired it, and it was the LOUDEST dry fire I ever heard. I grew up in an A-frame house, so the wall of my bedroom was actually the lower part of the roof. Well, I made a hole in the roof. My parents were not at home as they were out for the evening. It was just me and my 11 yo sister. I told my sister that the "bang" from my room was just me dropping a heavy book. I never told my parents, and the next morning, I went outside and slipped a small piece of a shingle under the existing shingle, to plug the hole. I hung a poster over the hole in my room. I finally told my parents about 20 years later, when they sold the house. Okay, Lets hear your accidental discharge stories! I know you have them!! :D
 
Not me, but a surveyor crew chief of mine transferred to Alaska in 1975, worked in brown bear country in the panhandle. Forest Service crews there had one .375 H&H rifle on the crew, had to be signed in and out of the office when the day or campout was done. The rifles were stored in the basement of the Supervisor's Office building. He came back in from a campout show one Friday, and while putting the rifle in the locker, managed to shoot a round through the entire vertical section of the office, several floors and the roof. This was the days before email, but it still took only about 3 days to become famous, nothing like a good story in the Forest Service.

Someone pulled a vest off the hood of a rig one day, dragged a holster with it, the round hit another guy in the leg. So no more firearms at work unless authorized, that was back in the 1960's.
 
The only one I have had was with a BB gun. I was about 9 years old and was playing with my BB gun in my room. I pulled the bolt back, I thought it was unloaded, and loaded a BB. I was pretending to fire from the hip and when I pulled the trigger I launched a BB right through a pane of glass in the window in my room.

I told my parents I was juggling a rock and lost control of it and it hit the window. I'm sure they didn't buy my story but they never took the gun away from me.

I got in so much trouble with that darn thing. I still have it, it's down in my basement.
 
First and Last one,,,

I was 12 years old and playing with a rifle I had just inherited from a relative,,,
It was one of those wonderfully arcane 30-40 Krag carbines.

I was sitting on my bed racking the bolt to watch the cartridges fly,,,
Something happened and when I slammed one cartridge home,,,
The rifle went off blowing a clean 30 cal hole in my wall.

The only problem was the other side of the wall (our den) was brick,,,
The outer half of that brick came of like a croquet ball,,,
The brick shards were like a choked shotgun blast,,,
It broke shelved glassware on the other wall.

I was home alone so I got it all cleaned up before anyone saw it,,,
I told my parents that a bullet fell off of my shelf onto my slot-car track,,,
And that when I squeezed the car controller the electricity caused the shell to go off.

Amazingly enough,,,
Nothing was ever said about it again,,,
I was expecting to be whipped to within an inch of my life.

In recent years when I was about 50 years old,,,
I asked my Dad why they never did anything about that,,,
I mean I had been spanked with a belt and grounded for a month for much less.

Dad said that when I was telling the "story" to him and my Mom,,,
They could see the absolute terror (abject fear) in my eyes,,,
They figured I would never do anything like that again.

In one respect they were correct,,,
That was the last time I have ever "played" with a firearm.

Aarond

P.S. I later found out,,,
That old rifle was shot out,,,
The trigger mechanism was very worn.

After you cocked the rifle,,,
If you slapped the side real solidly,,,
Whatever mechanism inside there would slip,,,
And the rifle would go off as if you had pulled the trigger.

My nephew (I gave it to him 30 years ago) had it repaired,,,
It is a family heirloom and he's taken at least one deer with it.

.
 
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Back when I was about 20, I owned a Lorcin 9mm. Yeah, I know but it was all I could afford then:eek:. Anyway, it was late at night, wife was having pregnancy cravings. I threw the pistol in my jacket pocket, went to the car, sat down in the driver's seat. BOOOM! I darn near went through the door without opening it I tried to get out so fast! After calming down, securing the weapon, I came to the conclusion, based on the hole in my pocket and the matching hole in the floorboard, that when I sat down, the seatbelt receiver must have jammed the trigger! Haven't owned a striker fired pistol since. Around 20 yrs now :D
 
I live in a rural area and have no neighbors close by. I was up early that morning before light taking a friend hunting. I planned to take him to a good spot near the roads where he would see a deer. His first hunt. Before he arrived at my home, I loaded the rifle. My wife was in bed asleep. The 7mm Remington Magnum went off in the dinning room with a loud bang. Scared the heck out of me and put a small hole in the wall. I went back to check on the wife, she had the covers pulled up to her chin, she was shaking in the bed and had that Mommy Look that I would being hearing more about this later after she regains her composure. I told her that I was ok and she did not say a word to me and followed me with her eyes as I waked up to her.

The friend arrived and I took him to the stand. I went back home to see what was on the other side of the wall of that tiny 7mm hole and beg forgiveness from the wife. My house is brick. I was shocked at seeing a number of bricks blown out. My wife never said anything to me other than fix the damage and never do that again. The wall inside and out have been repaired. I was lucky. I don't load firearms in the house anymore and have become much more careful.

Lemmon
 
Pond- All AD's are ND's but not all ND's are AD's!:D:D:D

Never had an AD myself (least I'm not going to admit to it here), but I have witnessed a friend shoot another friends' truck! Did you know that a .220 will penetrate a floor board but not a floor board and a trany?
 
In high school, my best friend and his little brother both got new lever .30-30's for Christmas. On Dec. 26, the little brother put a round thru their new TV. Merry Christmas!
 
An AD is one where the shooter is not at all responsible and that's rare .For example a part breaks and causes the gun to fire .
However if shooter negligence [failure to clean and maintain ] abuse such as dropping the gun and a part breaks then it's ND .
 
Well, ******* it!

No sooner had I posted on a thread about AD/NDs that I had my first ND (and I hope, my last!)!

Luckily, no harm was done as I was observing 3 of the four rules, when I obliterated the 4th... by assuming the chamber was empty

I've spent the day doing IPSC training and today that involved a R.O. going through the ropes with me on a few mock up fire courses.

On almost the last one, I finished firing, and removed my mag. I was thinking about the fact that I had missed a couple in my attempt to shoot faster, and whilst thinking that, I pulled the trigger to dry-fire the pistol.

BANG! And my jaw dropped! I had not cleared the chamber!!

As I said earlier, it was pointing down range, and so the round just followed the others, but it was still sobering how easily it can happen!! In a way I am really glad it happened as it is a valuable lesson to learn and I learnt it in a safe environment.

Didn't stop me kicking myself. The R.O. just calmly pointed out that this would have been a DQ!! :rolleyes:
 
Young and dumb. (12-yrs.old) I was standing up on a platform type Deer stand. I was told to watch the woods down in front of me while other gentlemen were driving deer thru some really nasty bush towards my location. With a borrowed Winchester in 25-35 cradled in my arms. Shell chambered, rifles hammer in the Safety position. Not knowingly I squeezed a little to hard on its trigger and it fired. I was shocked that it went off!! So I deliberately levered that rifle with another shell. Again I dropped its hammer down on its Safety. Pulled its trigger hard again and it went off a second time while I watched. Must I say that deer drive was assuredly spoiled.-- Pop's walked out of the woods ringing wet asking where's the Deer laying? After climbing down from the stand and seeing he wasn't to happy with my behavior. I made a bee line to my home. Hoping for some protection by mom. Pops he showed up an hour or so later. Nothing was said. But I did get that "Evil Eye Look" for the rest of that afternoon.:mad:
 
I have described my accidents elsewhere and I won't repeat them; either the stories or the accidents. However, here is something that was rather amazing at the time.

I lived way out in the country in West Virginia for a while in an honest-go-goodness log house (never called a "cabin"). A relative had married someone from the Northwest, Oregon, I think, who right away entered the army or something. He had his rifle shipped there (How, I don't know) to be kept by his wife. Although I had moved away by then, I happened to be there when the rifle was unpacked.

It was loaded.
 
I had what you call a frustration discharge. I had a Jennings 22 and it was a sorry POS gun but I knew nothing about guns and it was my first purchase. It would jam all the time and as I was sitting on my bed I was pulling on the slide ejecting the live rounds watching how it operates. Even if it was hand operated it'd jam. I was getting mad that I pulled on the slide and shove it closed, BANG, I killed my dresser.

It was over the weekend that come Monday I took it back to the GS and got a Raven 25. Now that was a sweet shooting gun.
 
I would class this as a "stupid discharge".

I train some of our boarder's horses to be around gunfire for hunting. I took a young mare out just to see how she handled and I saw a rattler on the walking trail. Long story short..., I shot the snake and then gravity took over when she bucked me off.

It hadn't dawn on me at the time the mare WASN"T trained. My pride was hurt more than my butt. :p

20 acres is a pain to walk back to the barn (actually one of my hands came out with a truck looking for me when she showed up alone), but I learned a big lesson..........

The lesson was, I'm an Idiot at times.

I'm one of the people whom hasn't had an ND, Yet..
 
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