YOUR MOST MEMORABLE MOMENT OF BEING SHOT AT:
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I'm like horse droppings you'll find I've been all over the Country. Know what you mean about the East bay area. In the sixty's had a second job of being a rent a cop to help make ends meet... we were expecting twins. I was working the graveyard shift (appropriately named) about 3 or 4 in the A.M. walked outside of this factory to key the time lock on a locked gate then returned to office doors...a car pulled up at the gate a small flash of light but no sound except the projectile whizzing past my head. Now inside the building calling all cars, calling all cars...Heeeeeeelp! We only carried flashlights but next day went to the County Sherrifs office and he issued me a concealed weapons permit. Got the permit and quit that freaken job. Minimum wage is not worth getting your head pierced.
Jim
I'm like horse droppings you'll find I've been all over the Country. Know what you mean about the East bay area. In the sixty's had a second job of being a rent a cop to help make ends meet... we were expecting twins. I was working the graveyard shift (appropriately named) about 3 or 4 in the A.M. walked outside of this factory to key the time lock on a locked gate then returned to office doors...a car pulled up at the gate a small flash of light but no sound except the projectile whizzing past my head. Now inside the building calling all cars, calling all cars...Heeeeeeelp! We only carried flashlights but next day went to the County Sherrifs office and he issued me a concealed weapons permit. Got the permit and quit that freaken job. Minimum wage is not worth getting your head pierced.
Jim
First time: Viet Nam. I hadn't yet turned 21. I didn't SH## my fatigue pants (but it was close).
Last time: Opening day of deer season, on my way to a place I had scouted to wait for sun to come up. Some &$*#&% fired (twice) at the noise I made as I went up the side of a ridge in the dark.
Proof that we get smarter as we get older - I don't go to Viet Nam anymore and I don't hunt any more.
Dave T
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Last time: Opening day of deer season, on my way to a place I had scouted to wait for sun to come up. Some &$*#&% fired (twice) at the noise I made as I went up the side of a ridge in the dark.
Proof that we get smarter as we get older - I don't go to Viet Nam anymore and I don't hunt any more.
Dave T
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A few months ago I was up in the woods shooting my shotgun at a stump with #8 shot. A pellet somehow riccochet off something and struck me square in my left eye (I'm left handed). Lucky for me it didn't do any permanant damage, just really blury vision for a day or two.
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"Guns don't kill people the government does", Rusty Shackleford.
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"Guns don't kill people the government does", Rusty Shackleford.
http://www.fair.org
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Went shooting several years ago at a local sand pit. You had to drive in a ways, and then down a small hill into the pit. As we were driving in we passed a 4-wheel drive toyota pickup parked on the top of the hill. We didn't think anything of it, it was a common place to park before shooting, but we had never seen anybody stupid enough to shoot from there. We saw the driver and even waved at him, he saw us.
We drove past the truck and parked at the normal parking spot about twenty feet below and in front of were the truck was parked. I got out of the passenger seat, and then BOOOOOMM! I felt something zip past my head, and the roof of the car vibrated. There were four of us and we all hit the deck.
Then the worst part, the moron then walked up to the lip of the hill above us and said. "I was here first." There were a few choice words, and then we left, rather than beating him to a pulp. (Though it was very tempting). The idiot was sighting in his rifle for deer season.
Probably the same Utah idiot deer hunter who almost shot James in the first post!
We drove past the truck and parked at the normal parking spot about twenty feet below and in front of were the truck was parked. I got out of the passenger seat, and then BOOOOOMM! I felt something zip past my head, and the roof of the car vibrated. There were four of us and we all hit the deck.
Then the worst part, the moron then walked up to the lip of the hill above us and said. "I was here first." There were a few choice words, and then we left, rather than beating him to a pulp. (Though it was very tempting). The idiot was sighting in his rifle for deer season.
Probably the same Utah idiot deer hunter who almost shot James in the first post!
1985 - Leaving a "house of billiards and libation" in my car.
Some nimrod decided that I looked like a guy who had been fooling around with his wife (IT WASN'T ME !) and took a shot at me. Bullet entered open driver window, passed between my head and the windshield (my guess is about 4" to 8" in front of my nose), and breaks out the passenger window. I floored it while snacking on the carpet until I hit the road and looked up to see where I was going. The place had a gravel parking lot so I could tell by the sound/vibration when I was on the road. 2 weeks later I accepted his apology and payment to fix my car.
Fun one: Shot myself in the chest with a .357 magnum.
Shooting into a dirt bank ... must have been a rock or something underground ... ricocheted out and hit me in the collarbone... it fell down into shirt... I did a little dance...shirt was tucked into pants.
Freshly shot bullets are HOT when they get into your underwear.
Some nimrod decided that I looked like a guy who had been fooling around with his wife (IT WASN'T ME !) and took a shot at me. Bullet entered open driver window, passed between my head and the windshield (my guess is about 4" to 8" in front of my nose), and breaks out the passenger window. I floored it while snacking on the carpet until I hit the road and looked up to see where I was going. The place had a gravel parking lot so I could tell by the sound/vibration when I was on the road. 2 weeks later I accepted his apology and payment to fix my car.
Fun one: Shot myself in the chest with a .357 magnum.Shooting into a dirt bank ... must have been a rock or something underground ... ricocheted out and hit me in the collarbone... it fell down into shirt... I did a little dance...shirt was tucked into pants.
Freshly shot bullets are HOT when they get into your underwear.
1967-Hue boat ramp. RVN. Standing on the cargo deck of LCU 1484 talking to a soldier on an Army LCU. (Yes they have their own navy). We were about 8-10 feet apart when a round comes past my right ear and hits the soldier in the left side of his neck just above his shoulder. Sniper missed my rather broad naked back and hit him. Never did hear what happened to him for sure, but it looked like a million dollar wound at the time.
Then there was the time we were ramp down on the beach at Dong Ha. It was 0-dark 30 and I was on watch. Charlie decided to mortar the ARVN on the north side of the river with about 20 rounds hitting in the river around us and on the beach. I was amazed that the Craft Master got a little cranked at me for not waking him up. I told him that if the incoming didn't wake him he was already dead. There was nothing we could do anyhow. We were loaded with about 200 pallets of 155mm ammo. I knew if we got hit no one was going to be in a hospital.
Neil Casper
Then there was the time we were ramp down on the beach at Dong Ha. It was 0-dark 30 and I was on watch. Charlie decided to mortar the ARVN on the north side of the river with about 20 rounds hitting in the river around us and on the beach. I was amazed that the Craft Master got a little cranked at me for not waking him up. I told him that if the incoming didn't wake him he was already dead. There was nothing we could do anyhow. We were loaded with about 200 pallets of 155mm ammo. I knew if we got hit no one was going to be in a hospital.
Neil Casper