YOUR MOST MEMORABLE MOMENT OF BEING SHOT AT:

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James E

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The last time I went deer hunting was in the late 80s. Had a triple bypass in 87. We were hunting with my son's friends and family down in south central Utah. It had snowed and was in the teens for temperature. At the crack of dawn we split up, the younger fellows elected to climb a nearby mountain, I decided to work the lower regions and walked out onto a rock out crouping that gave a spectacler view of the area. The moment the first rays of sun light shown 2 dozen hunters or so opened up with their rifles. I thought I was standing on Pork Chop Hill, bullets were whizzing around like angry hornets. You could damn well hear the nearness of them. Cripes...did I look like a freaken deer with all that blaze orange on my torso? The only thing to do was hit the ground and crawl away from being exposed. Later that day I told my son and his friends what had happened. One of the fathers laughed and told me this one...A friend of theirs was out hunting deer in thick tree coverage. All of a sudden two hunters opened up shooting in his directon, he hit the dirt behind a felled tree log and could still hear bullets thunking into the log he was shieded by. He started shouting to stop shooting...they just kept on shoot- ing. He flipped his rifle over the top of the log and opened up in their direction. Then they begin to holler stop shooting. He went over at gun point and cussed them out.

It takes all kinds to create idiots.
 
16 years old, driving through Compton ( :eek: ), *something* ricocheted off my windshield at high speed. Since I was only doing 30, I'm pretty sure it wasn't a rock.

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Scouting for deer sign while on leave from the 82nd in 83. Found someones dope patch and they didn't like it one bit. They fired 5 times, I replied with 30 from AK.
When I got back to the parents house and called Sheriff's dept, took 'em to site, all plants pulled up, 4 wheeler tracks led to next county.
My rifle was confiscated by deputy because in his words" The only way that much brass could be flung is on full-auto".
Got rifle back the next day, dopers caught 3 days later.
 
In the Swiss Army. I heard a 120mm mortar round coming in (and yes, I
was not in the target zone), hit the dirt in milliseconds and the
blast deafened me. Luckily, between the mortar round and me, there was
an M113 which later showed to have numerous dents from fragments.

The dolts who fired this round were court-martialed.

Another dolt once send a three-round burst of tracers past me in the
deepest of night. I never caught the guy. Luckily for him.
 
Having lunch at a restaurant with my wife. Someone did a drive-by and blew out the window of the booth behind us.

I didn't leave a tip.

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Four birdshot pellets in face, left arm and left leg due to stupid friend of friend getting excited at a quail and not remembering where the shooting line was.

I don't know if this one would count, since he wasn't really shooting at me, but an undercover cop shot a fleeing drug dealer right in front of me. Good thing he hit him, since I was next in the line of fire. Thank god for booze and the passing of time.
 
George, wait until you see my next post topic...its military orientated...MOST MEMORABLE MOMENT ON GUARD DUTY. :D

Jim
 
Watching the LA riots heat up from my balcony on Hollywood and Normandie. When the carload of guys came flying down my *sidewalk*, firing for all they were worth, I decided that watching the action on live TV was exciting enough for me.

"Hey! That's my 7-11! Don't burn that! I need that!"


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On a "recreation" boar hunt in Turkey during a Med cruise in the 50's (3 bus loads of marines and sailors with M-1s): The guides strung us out about ten yards apart on both sides of a ravine, took their dogs to the top and swept down chasing boar(s?). I took one look at that gang and headed to the top of one side, broke out my pipe and stood there listening to what I guessed was Chosin or someplace. As far and high as I was (couldn't see down the ravine) I had more than several buzzes in my area. When it was over and back waiting for bus I discharged 8 rounds into an embankment - just had to feel I participated (for the cost of ammo). Later, we got the score: three pigs, four dogs. Mighty unhappy Turks that day.

Then there was ... that's a different story (no, not a sea story).

AB
 
Mussi--I know how you felt--I had a rocket land near me.The first thing I knew was that the ground underneath me moved back and I was flat on my face,I was also deafened and when I got up and moved off I thought it was raining--but it was only dirt falling out of the trees.
 
The road to Basra, north of Kuwait, but not by much. 2230 hrs local. 10K ft. AC-130A Spectre Gunship, crew of fourteen, four mission specialists in the "booth" (Fire Control Officer (FCO), two Sensor Operators (IR and TV) and Electronic Warfare Officer (EWO), five Aerial Gunners, Illuminator Operator (IO), four on the flight deck (Pilot, Copilot, Flight Engineer (FE) and Navigator). In orbit over a line of northbound APCs and LAVs that have decided that their passports might have expired. #2 gun (20 mm Vulcan) and #5 gun (40mm Bofors Cannon) on line. Guns hot (armed), Sensor Operator is tracking the lead vehicle, Pilot is in the sight, geometry is almost perfect ... almost ... waiting, waiting, waiting (for the pilot to shoot), then the IO calls (with use of the "CALL" button, which is 6 db jump in audio power) ARRGGHHH! STRELA, BRREAAAK RIGHT! With a total elapsed time of 70 milliseconds, the Pilot comes out of the sight, guns go safe, Sensor Operator sphincter tightens up and the airplane breaks right, HARD! About 25 degrees later, the IO calls ROLL OUT, PILOT! Airplane straightens out, but starts "bunting" and "jigging". Sensor Operator sphincter still tight. He's not the only one. You can hear a hissing sound over the intercom of 14 sphincters tightening in unison. WHAT THE HELL IS IT, IO? yells the Pilot. ARE WE CLEAR? ... He answers back, NO, SIR! "Jigging" increases significantly in frequency and amplitude. Sensor Operator regains some slight control over system and scans the area on the left side of the aircraft. Streaks pass by his field of view. Aaaak! Sensor Operator shincter locks up. Legs become shorter due to intense gravity field of tightening sphincter. OKAY, PILOT. WE'RE CEAR, SIR!, calls the IO. Airplane smooths out and begins to regain lost altitude. WHAT DID WE HAVE, IO? called the Pilot. RADAR GUNS, SIR! 100s and 87s I THINK. ... That's what the Sensor Operator saw outside the airplane going by in streaks! Radar controlled guns! HOLY SH!T! One last sphincter pulse at that little tidbit of info and Sensor Operator's legs descend from sphincter gravity field ... slowly. Breathing returns to normal two days later. Stuttering and other speech abnormalities continue to this day.

Murphy said it. When the enemy is in range, so are you! Whooooeee!

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Wife and I were hiking up the side of a mountain in a very deserted area of AZ.Three guys drove up below the mountain and started to throw cans up in the air and fire at them with rifles/shotguns. Trouble was the bullets were aimed right at us. Too far for me to yell so i fired one round from my Glock 27 into a log. They heard it and looked up to see me waving. They stopped and we hiked down the side of the mountain. Had they continued to fire i would have returned fire with my HK91. I always hike prepared for anything.I am very protective of my wife and only thought of her. She is TOO kind and gentle and will not carry a gun, but I bought her a 342Ti and am working on her.It is just plain luck we were not hit.
 
At around age 14, I was hunting in my grandfather's woods. I had my .22 rifle up, aiming at a squirrel. "Thunk!" as something hit the off-side of the cheek-area of the stock. A .22 bullet. Who? Where? Damfino.

The other was August, 1966. Charley Whitman shot a guy I had known when working at the City of Austin Electric Department; he was standing out in the middle of the street, looking up at the Tower. Me? I was behind a fair-sized pecan tree, wondering how the hell I wuz gonna get out of the area.

Well, "Feets, don't fail me now!" and I got an ambulance to the scene...

Sheesh! Almost forgot! While on occupation duty in Frozen Chosen, some drunk gook sprayed the general area with an M2 Carbine. "To whom it may concern." One bullet went through a snowbank, ricocheted back out and into my leg. Three stitches, a drain, some APCs and back to duty... :(

Art

"Nothing so focusses the mind as to be shot at--and missed." (Being hit will definitely piss you off, pardon my French.)



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<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by duck hunt:
"Hey! That's my 7-11! Don't burn that! I need that!"[/quote]

Good one Duck. :)


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Just one of the Good Guys
 
When I took two .22 rounds in the gut in oakland/berkeley and the "brothers" gun jammed and I took out his gut with a 4" buck and walked 2 blocks to a 7-11 for help. 2 weeks in Alta Bates for me, worm feed for the other. Wanna see the scars? I'll post if requested...
 
U.S. Coast Guard 1968. Cuban patrol boat fired a couple of rounds at us. I decided it was time to go DOWN BELOW to my general quarters station.
 
Sensop..thanks for the visual!

This one is from my dad's experience. WWII, Marines, Iwo Jima, landing +3. As a flame thrower operator, he approaches a small ravine leading to a cave complex. Hears a mortar round coming in, friendly fire ,as it falls short behind him. He feels the impact of the shrapnel off his compressed air and fuel tanks and the back of his legs. He said he knew he was going to die as he waited for the explosion of his tanks. None came. He did in fact, "soil his armor". Every day since then, he says, has been "borrowed time".
 
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