What the heck was he thinking

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Chad Young

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Personally, I thought he was nuts...

"What the heck do you want a .44 Mag snubbie for, man?"

"It would be a cool carry gun, man."

"It'll break your darn wrists!"

"Nah, it'll be allright."

I did not think he even had a chance of finding a 44Mag snubbie anyway, so we did not fret too much about his strange taste in hand cannons.

He found one. Someone had ordered a S&W model 629 and sent it to S&W to have a teeny 2" barrel fitted. This thing looked very odd indeed! Out went the checkbook, and, a few minutes later, we left the gun show with the new 44 Mag snubbie in tow, along with a box off 300 grain LRN loaded very hot.

Shooting this thing was, well, err, "interesting."

The first words out of the mouth of anyone who shot it was always the same:

"F**K!" <hint, rhymes with "duck">

We're talking wrist-snapping, fire-belching, target-destroying, seriously freaking loudness here! It took me barely six rounds to decide that I was glad this was not my pistol!

Anyone else have any amusing recoil-related stories to share?
 
I know some pretty serious handgun hunters , one of which thought a 45/70 410 shot shell derringer was a really cool purchase. His arm was in a cast for weeks.

This same guy points out that his 30-06 encore doesn't hurt to shoot on the second shot.. cause after the first your arm is numb.

He also owns a 2 inch 454 casull.

there are crazies.. and there are the truly dedicated.

You decide,

Dr.Rob
 
I was at a range one day when a guy a few rows down pulls out a snubby Freedom Arms .454 snubby. It had something like a 2.5 inch barrel. The guy said it was a "special" edition. Of course I HAD to give it a try! Owwie...

Erik
 
Back in the mid-80's the Bargain Post in Oklahoma City had an ad for an American Arms Deringer and a box of ammo. The box of ammo had 48 rounds left in it. The owner of American Deringer, Mr Saunders (he died of cancer a few years ago), was carrying the 45-70 single barrel version of his product when a 'gentleman' decided he looked like a good victim to mug. The shot missed the perps head, passing just past his right ear, but the flame and blast sent the perp to the ground blind and screaming that he had been shot. Most of his eyebrows, lashes, and other facial hair was gone.
 
Ouch. So it's basically a flame-thrower? Cool! You know, you could just pack in the powder and a paper or plastic wadding and get the same effect without nearly as much recoil.
 
a friend bought one of the first 45-70 contenders. it had a 10 " barrel. the only ammo we had was 400+ grain ammo made up for a Sharps rifle. he loaded a round and cocked the hammer. just then his wife tried to ask him if she could shoot it next (YEAH!). his arm was extended and when he turned his head to talk the gun went off (light trigger). his arm was not locked and the contender flew back and struck him in the side of the head with the hammer knocking a chunk of his scalp out and the impact dropped him like a hammer blow! we all thought the gun had exploded or something, there he was laying on the ground blood streaming out of his scalp wound and the gun several feet behind him. a few days latter i bought my first contender from him 45-70 barrel and all. with all the bandages on his head he looked like an Arab. i told him "trust in Allah but hold on to that gun!"

[This message has been edited by riddleofsteel (edited March 01, 2000).]
 
About 30 years ago, my wife and I bought a .44mag single-action on a whim...we didn't know squat about handguns.

We went into the Texas woods to shoot it and my wife wanted to go first. She shot it one-handed (despite my plea!) and went ass-over-teakettle!!

Nothing hurt but her pride, but it's a story we enjoy to this day :)
 
When I was I teenager, my cousin and I got permission to take my Grandfather's old Crescent 12 gauge single-shot out and shoot it. Of course I went first... BOOM! Ow!!!!!! Felt like my shoulder was broken, but no harm done.

(I inherited this weapon a year or so ago... the forcing cone is way messed up)

My cousin was next but he was scared of it after watching me, so I told him to go over to a sapling near by, wrap his arm around the tree, and place the butt against the tree, and let the tree absorb the recoil... well he never was the sharpest knife in the drawer, he places his SHOULDER against the tree, between it and the butt of this goose gun.... BOOM! OW!, OW!, OW!!!!!
Of course the gun goes flying... he slides down the sapling holding his right arm...His entire shoulder turned blue within minutes... I had to help him back to the house, and once my Grandpa heard what happen, must have laughed a good half-hour...
 
When I was about 14, I thought it would be manly to fire both barrels of my Dad's over and under 3" 12 gauge. After I picked myself off of the ground complaining about the pain in my shoulder, my Dad showed no sympathy by laughing and saying that it served me right.
 
I've have several actualy being a fan of heavy caliber handguns but I will only bore you with two.
Several years ago my mother was working with another nurse who was telling her that her husband had recently purchased some kind of gun (it turned out to be a 8.375", nickle, model 29 Smith) that he couldn't shoot because it kicked too hard. My mother told her she would be interested in looking at it and possibly buying it. They agreed to meet at the other womans house, which was located in the "sticks", the following day. Upon arriving my mother was informed by the man that the gun was much too powerful for her and he would have to sell it to some big, brawny man. She convinced him that she would like to try it and despite his protest loader her up. Only after bouncing a can across the yard with six shots did she tell him that she already had four model 29's in her collection. A deal was struck and the new gun went home with her, which hse still has in her collection. :D
On another occassion I was testing some new "hot" .44 mag. handloads in one of my Viginia Dragons when the woman I was with at the time remarked that it was fortunate that I was not firing them in my American Derringer. Me being me the lure of firing them was too much. (Discalimer: I know that this not wise....but it's a testonerone thing, okay? :D) After loading the derringer she asked me to wait a minute and ran back into the house and brought out the laundry basket and said she was ready. When I asked what the basket was for she informed me that it was to catch the gun after I fired so it wouldn't be scratched upon hitting the driveway.

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Gunslinger

We live in a time in which attitudes and deeds once respected as courageous and honorable are now scorned as being antiquated and subversive.
 
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