Ever been shot?? With what??

[twaits]

Have you seen this one?

YouTube - Guy hit in head with .50 caliber ricochet

Don't worry, he survives and theres no blood for those with weak stomachs

 

[H Richard]

Mine was a .25 ACP Steel Jacket bullet form a 1910 Mauser pistol. Age 14. With a buddy (who I now know had no firearms training). were shooting the .25 and a .32 CZ27 by a creek on the edge of town. He turns around to ask me a question, and the gun in his hand naturally goes round with him, and he tightens on the trigger and it goes off, about 2 ft away. I immediately responded "It's a good thing you missed me", then when I felt the warm blood running down my arm, "Oh sh**, you didn't". took the round through the left upper arm, the muscle, and it missed everything important. Have a little round scar on each side of the arm. When my mother washed my shirt, she found the bullet hole in the pocket over the left chest where I had had a box of ammo. The bullet evidently went between the ammo, and my chest before hitting the arm.

To this day my old buddy has never touched another firearm. I have touched hundreds and have no intention of stopping.

 

[CAJUNLAWYER]

we used to have roman candle fights-getting hit with one of those flaming balls HURT!!

 

[2000Z-71]

Ah the good old days, Roman candle fights, bb gun wars, and my favorite playing Gladiators. For those unfamiliar with the game it involved lawn darts and steel trash can lids. It's amazing some of us lived to grow up.

 

[DelavanKs]

shot in '93

While doing a traffic stop I had a fellow turn in the seat and shoot me in the gut with .25 short in some sort of .25 auto
the round hit me in gut and stopped before it reached my innards.
He will not shoot another. NUFF said
Can you believe that he was on a weekend pass from a mental hospital
Chuck

 

[BOB THE PALINDROME]

Don't know if this counts as getting shot but I have a piece of shrapnel in my right thigh (distal medial for those that talk doctor).

One night four of us set out an ambush a couple hundred yards out from our perimeter in a spot that seemed likely for bad guys to cross. About 0200 we heard movement down below us and per plan we each tossed a hand grenade down at them. It would seem that we pissed them off because according to my buddy they threw about ten back up at us.

All I remember is after throwing the grenade I flattened out face down in the dirt and then as I was getting up I felt something like being hit in the leg by a sledge hammer with a spike on it. Piece of shrapnel not much bigger than the top of a pencil but it knocked me on my ass. My buddy scooped me up and we did a three legged race back up to our lines.

Over the years as a result of forgetting to duck I have ended up with two artificial hips due to uneven wear and tear. (PS My next two go rounds in combat zones I have remembered to duck.)

The Morning After Waiting For A Ride To The Hospital

 

[M29since14]

I think about everyone has been hit with a ricochet, at one time or another. Fortunately, most I have heard of have not been serious. One day a friend was "testing" his 8-inch .41 Magnum on a old discarded steel railroad sign he had found lying in the weeds. I told him it seemed like a bad idea, since I was sure the bullet would not penetrate it, but he insisted.

I took a position just slightly to his right and behind him maybe 10-feet. To my complete surprise, when he fired I felt a pretty good thump dead center in my chest that nearly made me take a step back. I had a leather motorcycle jacket on and just a bit to the side of the zipper was the jacket from his .41 bullet - no lead, just jacket - imbedded in the leather. It probably wouldn't have done any real damage, but the motorcycle jacket probably spared me a pretty good welt. In this case, angle of incidence did not equal angle of reflection.

On indoor ranges, I have been hit with a splash or two when a shooter tags the metal target carrier, but to this day, Bob is my only friend who has "shot" me.

 

[sigp220.45]

Great question - I used to ask all of the street thugs I arrested in New Orleans the same thing. Those knuckleheads would gladly point out every bullet wound on the way to central lockup. I don't think any of them had never been shot - at least they wouldn't admit it if they had. They all had great scars, and I'm talking hundreds of dirtbags. The most common caliber was the ubiquitous "nine".

I've told this story before, but its one of my favorites so here it goes again. We were looking for a guy who had shot another guy a bunch of times. We started at his last known address - an apartment complex in New Orleans East. The apartment manager answered the door on crutches and in a bathrobe. I was on a fugitive squad, so we didn't investigate the shooting, we just looked for the bad guy. It turns out the apartment manager was the victim, so we sat in his kitchen and talked to him for a while.

His story - the bad guy was dealing out of his apartment and was trying to get the apartment manager's little brother to deal for him. The manager kicked him out of the complex, but the guy came back and abducted him at gunpoint. They got to a really remote part of NO East, the manager ran for it, and the bad guy started shooting with a 9mm. He scored a couple of hits, then the gun jammed and he switched to a .45 ACP. He dropped the manager with his next shot, walked up to him and gave him a couple of more in the slats, and left him for dead.

The guy looked at my older partner and asked him what kind of gun he carried. "A 9mm" my pal answered. He asked me the same thing and I told him a Sig .45. He nodded his head and said "Man, that 9 just made me run faster, but that .45 knocked me on my ASS."

To answer the original question - I've been shot AT, but luckily not hit. I did get a chunk of bullet jacket in my neck one time, but it came right out and didn't really bleed so I don't count it.

 

[SW357Addict]

By brother played a rather cruel joke on me when I was about 11 or 12. He liked to hunt and so told me one day that he was going to walk down the road to shoot some robins. I was standing on our front steps as he started down the road. All of a sudden he yelled my name and then the next thing I know he unloaded all three shots of his 20-gauge shotgun on me. He had taken three shells, opened them and removed the BB's and replaced them with paper spit-balls. I was frozen in place and got pelted by the pieces of paper. I remember the barrel of the gun seemed to be about 10 inches in diameter.

 

[redlevel]

I haven't been shot, just "sprankled" real good on a dove field a time or two.

 

[squidsix]

Got one right in the middle of the IBA (armor). Didn't know until the next day when I took my mags out to reload them. Found the slug squished into the kevlar. No break in the ceramic, but I replaced it anyway.
AK-47 round. Distance unknown.

 

[jag312]

The first time I was shot was with a ricocheted .22 that hit my leather belt and dropped into my left pants pocket. I still have the bullet.

The second time I was hit by a ricocheted .38 Special fired by my supervisor. It hit my right shin, took a divot out of the skin, and stung like hell.

The third time was a .22 again. It hit my left hand, shattered a bone, and initially there was no pain. The nerves shut down instantly. It took a few hours for the pain to come, and then it hurt like hell. I almost lost a finger, and I still have limited movement of that finger. I'm lucky it was a .22, because if it had been a 9mm or something similar, I would have to drop my pants to count to ten. My mother was always worried that i was going to be hurt on the job. My partner called her afterwards and gave her some BS story about why I was going to be in a hospital for a couple days. Until the day she died, she never knew that I had been shot.

Another time I was slammed in the face with a sawed-off shotgun. That didn't hurt, but I got 5 stitches over my left eye.

Another time I was a little too close to something that exploded. I caught a small piece of frag. The frag was just under the skin of my right hand. It hurt so much that I cut the frag out myself. It really really hurt when I cut into my skin, but as soon as I removed the frag, it felt much better. I still have the bloody frag saved.

 

[Texas Star]

We have a member who has had dental work due to a fragment from an RPG projectile and who has some other little dents in his hide, including one that looks as a scar like what it is: an AK -47 bullet that (almost expended) entered above the trauma plates in his flak jacket and was dug out with fingers.

But his uniform looks so sharp with that Purple Heart and however many clusters it has...

As for being shot, he does not recommend the experience. . If he sees this and cares to, he can add details. He has some pretty good stories, when they can be pried out of him.

I haven't been shot by anything other than a BB, which stung, but didn't penetrate. But I did manage to have a thrown knife stick in my left hand, which left a scar for years. And I had a scar on a forefinger from when a machete slipped while I was opening a box with it.
The latter injury was self-inflicted, which made it hurt all the more. I should have known better, even as a kid.

T-Star

 

[Spook76]

We have a member who has had dental work due to a fragment from an RPG projectile and who has some other little dents in his hide, including one that looks as a scar like what it is: an AK -47 bullet that (almost expended) entered above the trauma plates in his flak jacket and was dug out with fingers.

But his uniform looks so sharp with that Purple Heart and however many clusters it has...

As for being shot, he does not recommend the experience. . If he sees this and cares to, he can add details. He has some pretty good stories, when they can be pried out of him.

I haven't been shot by anything other than a BB, which stung, but didn't penetrate. But I did manage to have a thrown knife stick in my left hand, which left a scar for years. And I had a scar on a forefinger from when a machete slipped while I was opening a box with it.
The latter injury was self-inflicted, which made it hurt all the more. I should have known better, even as a kid.

T-Star

Gee thanks for the outing, Dad...lol Oh, and it wasn't an actual fragment from the RPG that bought the Army my new Elvis smile. The RPG blast flipped a steel top hatch cover (up-armored HMMWV) I should have secured (guess that makes it the bad guy's fault as well as my own) into my mouth. In the test of teeth versus hatch, the steel hatch won, resulting in losing all but 4 molars on the top. I don't recommend this method of getting a dentist appointment.

And, the AK round...It and two of its buddies just splashed into my vest, so no huge deal. I knew I'd been hit, obviously (given it was 3), but it didn't seem at the time any had made it through the vest. It didn't even occur to me to check. A few minutes later after all had calmed down, I noticed my chest felt pinched, sort of like someone twisting or pinching. I thought something on my rifle sling had somehow pinched me (yeah, it's hard to explain, but it never popped in my head it could have been one of those rounds), and I realized I had something stuck to my chest under my jacket/shirt--I noticed the "pinch" feeling started to burn more, too. I just had to squeeze the skin a bit to get it out once I went digging for it under my gear.

This one hit within about a half inch from the upper-right edge of the vest missing my SAPI plate by a good margin by being that far off center (the other two rounds were closer to center and were stopped easily enough by my plate), penetrating the kevlar with just enough force to embed itself not even a 1/4 of an inch into my chest. It had turned sideways while passing through the layers of kevlar, so it hit me flat along its side. Hence the near-perfect imprint scar of a 7.62x39mm FMJ round still on my chest. It felt and looked more like a light brand-type scar than anything, and only bled enough to be annoying...It even kind of sucks as a story, all things considered...If it was going to hurt a touch and mark me, it might have at least left some cool-looking movie scar. Yeah, not so much, but I was shooting for funny...Oh, and because I didn't take the med advice seriously enough (it was, afterall, barely big enough to count) it ended up getting a tad infected. My girlfriend at the time wanted to shoot me herself after she and her nurse sister saw that it had become a little juicy. It ended well, though.

Really, sad though it may read, the one that hurt second most (the first being losing most of my chompers) was a paintball round that a guy popped into my naughty bits from only a few feet away. That was...not the happy. And, no; it didn't make it hurt less knowing that if I didn't have such a big target there the guy might have otherwise missed.

A wee concussion and a dislocated shoulder on another trip over there, really, didn't compare to that ball (no pun intended).

 

[Vegetaman]

Paintball. Nice welted bruises.

Oh yeah, this one too. Took one through the face mask and had a blue face for awhile... Several welts on the knees, arms, and fingers.

I also recall standing next to somebody at an outdoor range back in the early 2000s and they had a double barrel shotgun that they had crammed full of too much powder and they pulled both barrels at once...

All I remember is the concussion wave hitting me, and completely knocking me off my feet. It was three days before my ears quit ringing and I could hear again. That was bad enough.

 

[Peter J.]

I once was shooting at a steel plate that was too close with .30 cal AP and was hit by part of the tungsten core that blew back at me. Not much damage, just a little blood.

 

[bradanita]

I've got a good friend that was sighting in a 30-06 with his son, at a steel plate, 100yds, and standing behind and left of him, when his son hit the target he yelled a little 'OUCH'. When the doctor removed the piece of lead from under the skin on the back of his hand he knew where it came from. I'm not shooting metal farm implements any more

 

[David LaPell]

Lets see, I had a .22 bounce off a target and come back and whack me in the left shin, it didn't break the skin but I had one heck of a bruise. I had a .45 caliber roundball (blackpowder) deflect off of thick plywood and whack me in the foot. When I was twelve a neighbor of mine put a pellet pistol right against the top of my right foot and put a pellet deep into the fleshy part past the little toe, I had to dig that out.

 

[gjgalligan]

Got a couple chunks of rocksalt in the behind when I was a kid.
I had to pick 4 or 5 chunks out of my buddy before he picked 2 out of me!

 

[Danny Abernathy]

In 84' I was working in a pawn shop is a "seedy" part of town. On a Saturday evening as we were locking up a guy came into the shop and yelled for everyone to hit the floor. He pulled a 45 auto and fired a round in the ceiling. I guess I didn't move fast enough for him and he fired one in my direction. It passed through my shirt on my right side and grazed my side went out the back of my shirt. We had iron bars on the windows and the bullet hit one and fragmented and blew out the whole front window. He turned around and ran like the devil out the door and down the street. I have heard that people freeze up in situations like that but I became extremely mad and grabbed my loaded HiPower and chased him for a block until I ran out of steam. When I got back to the store I shook like a leaf for about thiry minutes.
I think about it every once in a while about how close I came to being hurt bad or worse.