Stupid things you’ve done with a gun.

Dry firing a 29-3 that wasnt dry...was on the phone with another member who commented "What was that?? Sounded like you knocked over a pile of dishes" to which I responded "Nope that was a 44 magnum" punched a hole through my gun room wall and didnt stop until it went through the front room wall and hit the brick facade on the front of the house. Did I mention it shredded a full pop can in the front room and misted soda ALL OVER on its way out??? Needless to say the Spousal Unit was NOT happy
 
Stupid things done with guns

My first gun was a mini 14. Being left handed, I didn't consider the casing trajectory. Launched a hot .223 shell down the back of my shirt.:rolleyes: When I was about 7years old my dad gave my brother and I daisey lever action bb guns. I cocked mine and pulled the trigger while the lever was still down to see what would happen. That thing slammed my finger so hard I thought I was going to die.:eek:
 
Preparing for a move and packing up the gun stuff. For some reason that is still unknown to me, I picked up an old .38 S&W Hopkins & Allen revolver and aim at a knot in the hardwood floor, and pulled the trigger.

The gun went off and I could not believe it. In one of those stupid moments I stared at the gun like it had acted on its own.

Told the home owner and he said he hoped the new renter had a rug.
 
I wont write about the worst, but one of the lesser ones: As young teen agers, a friend shot a 30-30 near my foot and yelled "dance". It was close enough to sting the bottom of my foot and bounced my foot in the air! In retaliation, I shot the heel off his boot!
 
my first handgun was a 2"M10...iwas about 19 or 20...i had it loaded just sitting around the house...decided to do some dry fire...opened it hit the ejector caught the rounds and set them on table...i didn't look in the cylinder or count the rounds.. (not good)my dog came walking in....yep....i took aim... click...as he walked around i aimed...click...as he exited the room i aimed....(hang on now)...click....at this time i aimed at a large bottle of prell shampoo..(glass bottle) BLAM!!!glass in my legs,prell dripping from the ceiling....yes,iwas still living at home and yes,lots of explaining to do....believe me ...i learned a very good lesson...very stupid and careless, and it's never happened since...
 
Came home from the range & naturally the son decides he can just leave his gun case with me and his .22 will get "magically" cleaned and put away in the safe.
Grabbed his 10/22 out of his case & figured he had enuf sense to have cleared it so I just pulled the trigger, to make sure it wasn't cocked. I'm in the garage, the gun goes off at about a 45degree angle up thru the ceiling and into my bedroom.
Never did find the exit hole.

Bruce
 
If I made a list, it would be too long to be considered a post.

One goof I made was taking some glass coke bottles out to the pasture to practice with. This was around age 20. I shot a pickup load of bottles over the weekend.

During the next three years, I had several flats on the tractor while bushhogging in the area of my target practice. One bottle bottom tore the tire up and required replacing the tire. Paper targets would have been cheaper.

Lesson Learned: Never use glass objects as targets.
 
Hung a target on an old earth mover tire and momentarily wondered why there were more holes in the paper than shots fired before I had an urge to relieve my bladder. :eek:
 
Once while acting as Range Armorer on a M2 qualification range I was called to a gun pit due to a miss fire. As the range NCO had called a cease fire I removed my hearing protection before climbing into the pit. The gun was pretty hot so I opened the cover planning on letting it cool down a little. Unfortunately I neglected to clear the pit and before I could stop him the over helpful gunner pulled back on charging handle. The shell cooked off as it exited the chamber peppering my left hand with brass fragments and I lost about half the hearing in my left ear. Fortunately I was still wearing my safety glasses.
 
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Not me, but the Range Officer I was chatting with back a few years ago related to me that he had, during a period of about 10 years, only had to kick one guy off the range. The guy's eyeglasses had slipped down on his nose, so... He calmly used the barrel of his loaded M-9 to push the glasses back up... by rotating it up, placing the business end against the eyeglass bridge, and shoving upward. The Range Officer said he saw it happen, hurried over, grabbed the gun out of the idiot's hand, and escorted him right off the range.

Almost forgot, the guy's finger was inside the guard at the time... Genius!
 
I am to cool to ever mess up with a gun. However... once upon a time before global warming fogged up my otherwise crystal clear thinking, I had a M-27. It was a real beauty. I was showing it to my wife. Doggone thing up and went off, all by itself! Put a .357 Silvertip through the left corner of the bed. The cat tried to run but couldn't seem to move as its four (yes they were still all attached) leg were trying to go four different ways. The other cat just had a stunned dumb (not unusual for that cat) look on his face. I don't think either cat was ever the same. A few years later I had a new P-220... stuffed full of 230 gr. Hydrashocks. I think the Germans were trying to get revenge for WWII because that thing popped off and punched a hole through one door and three walls... hit a stud in the fourth wall and bounced off the ceiling of the room and back against the opposite wall finally landing on the floor. I kept that bullet for a long time on my desk at the church... looking at it made me remember how I got it. Then there was the time my identical-twin brother came to visit! Oh boy! His visits were always a real trip! We went shooting down at a sand pit. When we got home he was fiddling with his revolver and put a round through the window of the spare bedroom. I really laid into him for being so careless. After all, he deserved it now didn't he! A few years later after the birth of my first daughter, he and his new wife came up to visit. We were in the back yard shooting pistols and he decided to check the zero on his rifle... a nice little Winchester 9422. Well the grass was to tall for him to shoot prone so he climbed up into the back of my beloved pickup truck and braced his arms on the cab to do some shooting. He decided he'd get more accurate results if he got real low on the cab. He fired a shot or two and all seemed well. Then he fired a round and it made a odd sound. He completely missed the target! We couldn't figure out what had happened, so he checked the barrel. It was clear. We didn't know what could be the matter. So, he chambered another round, got real low, aimed real careful and fired. Once again same sound and no hit on the target. So as he raised up he started laughing. He had creased the top of my pickup truck cab with both rounds. It didn't even break the paint... just left long grooves in the metal. Man my brother was so careless with guns! Since those days I've bought better guns that don't just up and go off for no good reason at all. In 2004 I buried my brother. I'd be willing to buy a new pickup truck if he could shoot it again.
 
After cleaning a new rifle, I picked up a rag on the bench to wipe down the receiver. After the first swipe I knew what had happened... a bore brush had clung to the the underside of the rag... I can't describe how mad I was at myself...
 
Stupid Things

Sold my WWII Remington Rand 45 for $85.00

Went squirrel hunting in the city park. (The police didn't like that.)

Switched SN grips from one pistol to another, then sold one of the pistols.
 
Rested the butt of a Model 29 on the edge of a pickup bed...never found the chips from those Goncalo Alves target grips....my face gets red every time I see those Hogue monogrips on that 29.
 
When I was a teenager, my best friend was sitting on the floor of my bedroom talking on the phone to his girl. I was "playing" with my blank pistol, and pointed it at him and pulled the trigger. I was shocked that it went off, but I knew when it did, that I had loaded it with tear gas. You should have seen the look on his face when he just said "Uh, goodbye." and hung up. We quickly opened the window and crawled out. I also once forgot to put powder in about 20 rounds of .38 spl. reloads. First rule is "If you're not too careful, you're not being careful enough."
 
When I was 16 my brother and I took my .357 Magnum Colt Trooper out to our burn pile on our farm so I could show him how to shoot apart a Master lock like they did on T.V. I loaded it with copper jacketed hollowpoints and shot the UNSUPPORTED lock from about 1 foot away. The bullet hit the lock and went straight backwards into my hard forehead, resulting in a giant bruise and a good butt chewing from my father. I miss the farm life.
 
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