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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: hblair on April 16, 2002, 09:53:14 AM
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I was at the firing range the other day, when I had a lil dejavu. I pulled up and there were some guys there with a .22 pistol shooting at something. The pop/whizz sound the .22 pistol made reminded me of a lil incident that happened when I was about 17.
My brother, a friend (Scott) and I were out riding a jeep on a saturday afternoon. For some reason, another friend of ours was mad at the guy we were riding with. We passed him on the road, and he motioned for us to pull over. Well, our friends got into a fist fight right there in the road. I don't even remember what it was over. Anyway, right as they started throwing punches, some guy (big fella) runs up from a nearby house and tackles Scott and starts beating the mess out of him. Well, after a minute, my bro and I see that Scotts gonna get beaten silly if we don't do something. So we try to seperate them. The psycho guy will have none of that, so I pop him in the head. He let go, and walked back to his yard. We're gathering ourselves up getting back in the jeep, when I look back and psycho dude has a pistol pointed straight at me from about 50 yards away. He fires it 4 or 5 times. I can hear the .22 bullets whiz by. Skeeert the crap outa me. I thought I was gonna take one in the noggin. :eek:
We got outa there. That's the only time I've ever been shot at. Icouldn't imagine what combat would be like, being shot with something of a deadly caliber.
Anybody else been shot at? :)
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Had a gun pulled on me 4 times and shot at twice (on purpose). If you want the readers digest version of the 2 times a bullet came at me, just hollar.
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1972:
I was 12 and neighbor kid (our nearest neighbor on the farm was 1/2 mile away) was 11. We had a fight, I rode off on my bicycle, when I got to the end of his 1/4 mile driveway, I heard and felt a quick "clang" and then a sharp .22 report. By the time I realized what had happened, I was going downhill, still wondering what the sound was..a few days later I saw the bullet deep dent in my bike frame, bullet would have passed thru my leg if my timing had been off.
1986:
Off work early with 4 cocktail watresses at a local bar, a drunk guy is harassing everyone in the restaurant..I go up to get drinks at the bar, and overhear two other guys talking about taking care of this guy (beating him up) and I shrug, get my drinks, sit down. The drunk guy makes his way over to our table and I politely warn him that he'd probably better chill, there's a couple folks in here that are planning on beating ya up (Note to self, never try to reason or warn drunks). He thinks I want a piece of him. Well, I'm twice his size and I mearly say in a few words or less "Go away, your not worth my time"
30 min later, my GF and I leave (rest of off-duty waitress left too) and we file out into the parking lot, I get in my car with GF, another car pulls up behind me and blocks me off, I see its my little drunk friend! Now Im pissed. I get out, take my jacket off (Clear indication of hostilities to follow) then walk up to his car window. He rolls it down and pulls what I believe was a .32 on me (judging by the end of the barrel I was faced with) and fires a shot. Thinking I'd been shot in the face (actually it was powder burns on the side my face, he *just* missed) I ran towards the back of his car trying to escape, looking back over my shoulder to see if he's going to follow. He mearly points the gun over his should wildly aiming to the back of the car where I am fleeing and fires another shot, then takes off.
The bartendar at this restaurant knows the guy from highschool, but we don't call the police because we're, well, under the influence of illegal drugs. :) But, I do get the guys phone number and stalked him for about a month, but thats another story of "going over the deep edge when someone shoots at you and doesn't kill you" :eek: :cool:
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Been shot at several times.
Been hit once.
The funny thing about that one hit... it happened at home from an accidental discharge. I'll post the full story later (maybe :D )
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Spill it caveman. I gotta hear this one. :)
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Been shot at while in the jungle... don't know who in the group they were aiming for... but he didn't hit anyone. Large calibre weapons fired in your direction... not a single person soiled themselves. I was suprised.
AKDejaVu
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Never been shot at but I did shoot someone.
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I havent been shot at directly, but does a group of 200 insurgents spraying lead in my general direction count?
I've also "missed" a car bomb by a block.. walked past it, 1 block later POW. Shockwave almost knocked me down.
And theres nothing like taking cover behind an army tank (well you gringos would call it an infantry fighting vehicle.. we call them tanquetas) as it shoots at the guerrillas 2 blocks away (same day as #1).. and hear the "thud thud" of their bullets hitting the tank on the opposite side. And then the fuggin tank moves and my friends and I had to run like chickenshit to a car that was 15 meters away.
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Been shot at by a BMP 2, pissed us off, had too put my book down and load a 120mm.
End of story
Monk out
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I wont claim that being shot at by a rifle will not unnerve you. But, being shot at by things that explode (mortars, b-40 rockets, artillery) is much worse. Just guessing about the artillery,BTW. Never had one of those shot at me.
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Do cruise missiles count?
ps. Hblair, you were lucky... .22 can be a very lethal caliber if it hits you.
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I've had guns pulled on me several times, been shot at three times. It's not fun......... Nothing can piss you off more than being shot at.
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Been shot at. Been hit. Didn't enjoy either experiance. It ain't fun either way. Was lucky enough to not have to shoot anyone in my career.
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If a .22 penetrates into your skull, often times it will just rattle around inside like pac man.
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Well I had an AK-47 leveled at me, but not fired though...Thank God.
There is a story that goes along with that, maybe later.
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Been shot at by a BMP 2, pissed us off, had too put my book down and load a 120mm.
Can you elaborate on your story please?
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Held up once, convience store, shotgun age 15
Shot my own damn self in the leg, age 25 (good lesson learned here, story later after work)
Shot at by a bunch of idiots that dont know what a back stop is used for.
Everything else was training with blanks and miles gear with special forces guys, and thats as close as I want to get.
AirScrew
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I was hunting once with a friend when we were 13 or 14, with a 12 gauge and a .22. We were trespassing and we were also hunting various species out of season. I heard some shooting that sounded funny. I thought it was my friend but when I looked at him all I saw was him ducking into an arroyo and running like hell. I ran after him and the shooting stopped. I never saw what happened but he said the landowner was shooting at us with a shotgun. We stayed off that guy's land after that.
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hehe Funked you reminded me that I have been shot, several times in fact on the same day! About 8 years ago I was dove hunting with some friends. The dove were coming in high (50-100ft) which is too high to get a good shot w/ bird shot. There was a damn on the property that was about 40ft high so I went up there while my friends stayed down in the valley. Well then the birds started coming in a bit lower (like same height as me) only they were coming in between me and my friends. Every time they shot at a bird I either got hit by a pellet or 2 or a near miss. It only hurt when they hit bare skin and none of them penetrated. At first I thought it was bugs, but then I saw one of them shoot and got pegged a couple of seconds later.
I used to have some intense bb gun wars as a teen, until Albert took one in the ear and it stuck in!!!! oh man that looked painful, a bb stuck in his ear cartilage....
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LOL Udie
I guess now that I think of it, I shot myself a few times.
Firing straight up at a dove, then getting rained on when the pellets came back down. :)
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have definately been shot at while boarding vessels in the Coast Guard. One shot with a 20mm makes em dump bails in the sea and stop firing tho :)
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Originally posted by Udie
At first I thought it was bugs, but then I saw one of them shoot and got pegged a couple of seconds later.
I just had a mental picture of udie standing on a dam waving his arms swatting at "bugs" as his friends are shooting at him. :D
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I havent been shot at yet, but I guess thats something thats coming sooner or later...
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In Canuckland we need to go through so much to own a gun that it's not even worth it. I don't know if it's a good thing or not, but I have never even seen a real pistol (other than in a cops holster).
I was shot at also. and as a matter of fact my own squad mate and friend of 25 years Argyll was the shooter:)
I was shooting gophers with a bow and Argyll brought out an old .22 cal rifle. I'm just on the other side of a small hill when I hear the bZZZZZzzzzzzz. I waited patienly (lying on the ground) until dipshit (Argyll) was finished. The things may have been 10 feet over my head, but they sounded close and I was not too happy.
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If it'll make you feel better skernsk, If I make it to the con this year, I'll shoot at you while you run across the parking lot. You can be part of the "in" crowd then. :)
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Originally posted by Animal
I havent been shot at yet, but I guess thats something thats coming sooner or later...
Didn't you have a stray US nuclear device detonate in your living room?
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Originally posted by hblair
Didn't you have a stray US nuclear device detonate in your living room?
:confused:
ROFL:D
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I got hit with a BB... it was an experience I dont wish to remember :cool:
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Been hit twice in the back with shotguns (once with bird shot and once with that damn rock salt)
And once in the thigh with a .22
Looking back I’d say I deserved the one with the .22 but the shotgun guys where over-reacting.
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My cute little George Washington necklace has 3 oak leaf clusters. Bummer.
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Rocksalt STINGS like a MoFO!!!!!!
I Live in Philly, It's a daily accurance.
Shot at, disarmed people, never hit once.
NUTTZ
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When I was little, my father liked to shoot his guns in our backyard. When one ricochet'd off the brick fence wall thing, it caught me in the face.
Kanthy
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When I was in high school, 3 friends and I were walking along some railroad tracks about 100 yards from a highway (in Alaska). All of a sudden we started hearing pops and it sounded as if supersonic bees were buzzing by. Dirt flew up in front of us and I could hear the rounds zipping through the tall brush behind us. Some nut had unloaded a 20 (semi-auto) round clip at us from the passenger side of a truck on the highway as they sped by. All of my friends hit the dirt right away, and dumb-ass me stood staring at the highway, tring to get a vehicle and shooter description.
We called the cops afterwards and they said that they had gotten several reports like this for the past hour-ish along the highway. There's lots of nuts in Alaska. I remember driving from Anchorage to Homer (240 miles?) and looking for even one road sign without a bullet hole in it. Didn't see one.
eskimo
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Originally posted by MrBill
My cute little George Washington necklace has 3 oak leaf clusters. Bummer.
Well to you MrBill
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While walking along a lake with some .22s loaded w/ LRs, my numbskull friends (we were about 13 at the time) decided to shoot a couple clips straight up in the air to see where on the lake the descending rounds would impact; the answer was "very close to the place where they were fired" (and at pretty near initial muzzle velocity too).
Some years later (think it was the mid-'80s) some hostile bugger blew out the rear driver side window of my car with a .38 round. I never found out who or why (never even saw the shooter, but that's L.A. for you).
Churchill to the contrary, I didn't find either incident exhilerating in the least.
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Hey Texas guys, In California we have road rage that sometimes results in gunplay. I'm curious about rather or not you guys in Texas have people squaring off over driving altercations like they do here or rather if the legality of carrying loaded handguns makes people more polite. My guess is that having the legality of carrying guns in your car makes other motorists more polite.
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I've had guns pointed at me, Trespassing In West Virginia. Trailer folk don't f**k around. I've seen them pointed at me but luckily never fired upon.
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I do know someone well who has been shot at and hit numerous times...
In WWII my father-in-law flew the RP-63, stateside. This was an armor plated P-63. His job was to mock attack B-17s (Axis style) so that gunners in training could get some live fire experience. The gunners would shoot 30 cal. machine guns with frangible ammunition at his plane. When they scored hits, a light in the spinner would light up and a hit counter on the instrument panel would record the hit so that he could give feed-back over the radio to the gunner. Bill said that he always knew when the instructor was demonstrating because he would get nailed right away.
eskimo
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Been shot at by a 12 gauge.......but either the farmer was a bleedin awful shot or he was just tryin to scare us. Seemed pretty mad at the time though.......
Been shot at from close range by a .38, only a blank round though. I was 13 and trick or treating with about 6 others, this guy disappeared back inside his house, comes back out again and says "You did say trick or treat didnt you?" and fired. It was so quick no-one had time to panic before he shot, 2 of my mates toejam themselves and I blinked and missed it.....and then realised I'd gone deaf.
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"when I had a lil dejavu. "
Oh god, not another one!
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Originally posted by Nefarious
I've had guns pointed at me, Trespassing In West Virginia. Trailer folk don't f**k around. I've seen them pointed at me but luckily never fired upon.
That brings back a memory from the past, Nefarious. Back when I was in college, I worked one summer as a door-to-door book salesman in Grundy, Virginia. My route often took me on foot up into the hollers, where I met many different people.
Most of these people had no access to bookstores, and so they did not consider salesmen a nuisance. I met quite a few who were waiting to purchase the books (children's dictionary and Volume Library...a 5" thick, 5000 page encyclopedia).
One fellow I met ordered the children's dictionary, for himself it turned out, because at 27 he wanted to learn how to read. And he paid up front for it, cash money....$21.00. About two months later it was time to deliver the books. I had met his mom and dad during my first visit, and they remembered me...but Clarence wasn't home, he was up the holler at his brother's place.
"How far is that?", I ask. "Too far to walk, maybe about a mile or so up that goat trail over yonder. It's mighty rough, but if you like, you can ride my son's QA-50 up there. Or Johnny here will give you a ride up there." The boy went first and checked out the trail, then came back and rode me up there.
If you can picture the two of us on a mini-bike riding up the goat trail on a steep incline, no less... We get to the top and I walk up to a trailer with two obviously drunk fellows kicked back on the porch, one of them eyeing me suspiciously and waving a Ruger semi-auto .22 at me. Before he could say a word, I asked if Clarence was there. Good thing Clarence was there, for my sake. He told 'em who I was. He probably saved my life LOL. Turns out these good "ol boys were making shinny (most likely for personal consumption) and testing out a fresh batch. I even got to sample some, and got an invite to dinner, down the hill...which I graciously accepted.
Les
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Was there an in-bred looking feller inside the screen porch playing his banjo leslie? :)
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1988. Night time response to a domestic disturbance...
On arrival, we look into a lighted kitchen window and see a naked w/m inside the home, standing over a woman seated at the kitchen table. He has a handgun stuck into the woman's mouth. Her mouth is mangled, bleeding profusely... he is yelling at her, slurring his speech... making her eat the gun.
Suddenly, she bolts from his grasp and runs out of the kitchen - out of view - and the subject chases after her. We can no longer see them, so we run for the front door. We try to get in the front door, but its locked. We hear shots fired on the other side of the door, and the woman is screaming.
We hit the front door with our shoulders and crash through on the second attempt as the subject fires two rounds through the door, missing us.
On the other side, we find the man and woman now fighting over the gun and we can't shoot. I hit him over the head with my Kel light. This incapacitates him, and we handcuff him. He needs 14 stitches. It took me a while to come down from that.
I never fired my weapon at anyone, though I've had it out many times.
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stitches ?
hu ?
is that what is to close wound called "points de suture" here ?
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Bon Jour, Straffo -
Yes, sutures :)
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Wow gunthr, scarey story there. :eek: Glad you're ok.
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cc that :)
Last time I've been the witness of a police intervention in the Metro in Paris 3 policeman jumped on a robber with a knife ...
and I clearly heard a "CRACK" the next thing I've seen was his arm having what we can call a "Non natural position" :D
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Thanks, Hblair. Yeah, it was pretty scary...
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I guess he won't be robbing anyone for a while, Straffo. That injury takes a long time to heal :D
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Originally posted by hblair
Was there an in-bred looking feller inside the screen porch playing his banjo leslie? :)
No HB, we were in Virginia mate. The guy had a mason jar in his other hand that looked like it contained green milk, and I sipped it to make those guys happy. They were very proud of their homemade brew. No telling what was in it.:D
Les:)
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I used to work for a friend, a very successful general contractor, who seemed to be a bit accident prone. I don't know if it was because he was such a big target (close to 300 lbs) or what, but he had been hurt many many times.
As a young motorhead, he and several friends were looking at the running engine of a sports car at a gas station, when he felt something go through his upper arm. He panicked and began to run down the street as the blood pumped out. His friends thought he had been hit by a tool that might have bounced off the fan. Seeing how much blood he was loosing they drove after him, tackeled him, threw him in the car and drove him to the emergency room. He never lost consciouness and said he remembered the doctors squeezing plasma bags to fill him back up. They rebuilt his artery and he survived to get hurt many more times in the years to come. Turns out it was a 22 round fired form the woods about a half mile away, no suspects.
I was shot at sort of. We were all standing in a circle around a mud puddle after haveing just killed a few clay pigions, unloaded shotguns under our arms, when one of my "friends" directly across from me let go a shot at the mud. Everyone got wet and muddy. I thought it was an accident but he thought it was so funny, he ALWAYS said he did it on purpose. Busturd
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Originally posted by hblair
Was there an in-bred looking feller inside the screen porch playing his banjo leslie? :)
Lookin fer yer brother...er.. I mean father...er.. I mean uncle? :D
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I was Christmas shopping with my daughter (6 at the time), and I had just picked her up to cross a busy street, when my leg went out from under me. It felt like the worst muscle pull in the history of mankind. I eventually gathered my wits and hobbled to the car. Luckily it was an automatic, cause there wasn't gonna be any clutch pushing.
When I got home my ex helped me into the house and her stepdad (a doctor) was there. He looked at the back of my thigh, and there was a perfectly round red mark about 3/8" in diameter. Nearest thing we could figure was it was a nearly spent round from somewhere, that tagged my leg. Weird as hell.:eek:
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True story
In my youth, I'd always wanted to go Deer hunting. My parents are not hunters, but my Dad's best friend was and offered to take me if I passed the hunter safety and demonstrated I was responsible enough with a gun, etc.
After passing all the required hunting safety stuff the state of Maine requires, I was set to go. I think I was 12 or so and pretty excited. My Dad's friend, Tim, picked me up at 330 am and he already had the 30-30 and other equipment in the car. We arrived at the location we were going to hunt 30 minutes later, a large strawberry field. We loaded our weapons....he was carrying a 12 guage with double odd buckshot since some of the area we were going to hunt are thickets. And I had to 30-30 since I was a good shot with it, and could peg whatever was out of range of his 12 guage.
Anyways, we went out and sat for a few hours. Saw a few rabbits and such, but no deer. He motioned me over and he whispered we were going to stroll over to the other side. As we are walking, he is to my left, he has the shotgun in his arms with the barrel slightly over my head. I hear him clicking on something...it turns out he is clicking the safety latch off and on as we walk. Next thing I hear is a high pitched whistling, then a thunderous blast that knocks me down and yanks my blaze orange hat off.
By accident, he discharged the weapon when the safety was in the off position. He figures it missed my head by 3 inches and it blew the pom pom off my hat. I was deaf in one ear for 2 days and the hat took the brunt of the powder burns
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LePaul, I bet you didn't tell your parents, huh?
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Originally posted by hblair
Spill it caveman. I gotta hear this one. :)
Ok hb, here ya go.
First, a little background so you can understand the situation:
At this time my roommate and I had let a cute redhead we know stay with us for a week cause she didna have anywhere else to go. She had just told some tard what to do with himself because he asked her to marry him after thier 3rd date. Word got back to my roommate and I that this guy was running around saying if he couldna have the redhead, noone could, and he'd take whoever she was with too.
A little discreet checking with friends at gunshops turns up this tard had, in fact, purchased a double barrel 12ga after making the above mentioned threats.
So, here we are, about 3.30 in the morning, my roomate and I are in the backroom cleaning our weapons and looking at our newest acquistion, which he had just returned from picking up, a micro uzi (no, it hadna been converted to FA, thank God =)
We hear something outside, out front, and get real quiet to listen. Someone's out front messing with one of the cars. So with all our new found information about the tard we're off, me to go out the front and Dave (roommate) to go out the back and circle around.
Hopefully this diagram looks right (crossing fingers)
1- backroom
2- hallway
3- library
4-living room
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I grab my .45 (Colt Goldcup), slap a magazine in and rack the slide I go through the hallway. Through the library and into the living room, Dave right behind me with the micro uzi. This is where several things happen in very short order.
Dave racks the bolt on the uzi
Dave trips over the trim strip in the doorway from the hallway to the library
The uzi barks once
My right leg goes numb
I yell "whoopeeit Dave!!!" and continue out the frontdoor (not slowed down at all) in time to catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure running down the street and around a corner.
Right out of the Keystone Kops. But it gets better.
Standing on the front porch I sweep the front yard to make sure there's noone there. Engage the safety on the Goldcup, set it on the bench and take a seat in the rocking chair holding my leg up. Lights start coming on and everyone in the house is going "what happened, what's going on" After a few minutes of waiting it's apparent noone's coming out front, so the next time someone says 'what's happening' I yell at'em "I've been f&#%ing shot, get me a gawddamn towel and my f&#%ing keys!"
In the ensuing confusion Dave comes out with a couple of towels, crying. Jacob (a total tard friend who's into the whole Goth scene) comes out to see the blood. Dave and I pile into my vette, him driving, and head off the hospital. He decided to slow down for a red light and I had to slap him, telling him to make sure nothing is coming and run it, he can get away with it :D
All in all it was an interesting morning, and 2 days later I was back out playing V-ball.
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I had to wrap up quickly since we had a nasty thunderstorm rolling in.
Yes, to end the story completely, Tim was pretty devestated at what could have happened. Me, with my ear ringing like mad, checked my smoldering hat and noticed the pom-pom that was on it some 50 feet or so away. It really didn't sink in until a few days later that (recall Im 12 or so at the time) wholly crap, my brains coulda been splattered across that field.
Tim did tell my folks about what happened and I've got to commend him, he drove me straight home after making sure I was ok, told my parents who then asked if I needed to go to the hospital about the deafness in one ear. A few hours later, it was starting to improve, so we left well enough alone.
I did hunt with him the following year, and there was another gent in our hunting party who bagged a deer I spooked, and ran into his line of fire.
I haven't hunted since. Not that I do not want to, or because of that bad experience. Mostly, because as a pilot, I fly over a lot of the rural areas I'd want to go. And Im amazed how many bright orange dots I see down there. There's a lot of folks in the woods every season, and while accidents are down considerably, I'm just not ready to go back in.
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When I was younger (14-15) we were running rampant in Shepherdstown WV, We were cutting through the back lots of the Trailer Park, (the only one in Shepherdstown) it was prolly 100-200 AM. Cutting through the last backyard which led to a Graveyard from the colonial era. I heard a door opening, I looked back only be hit by my friend, who was running. I finally caught a glimpse of what was going on. A man was standing with his 12 gauge aimed right at us! The sound of the door opening was actually the sound of him racking the pump!
And I never walked through that guys yard again.
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Been shot at 3 times, nothing humorous about any of em.
Now, I did witness a friend create his own kevlar vest and have another friend test it out with a shotgun. It actually worked, but he had a nice bruised rib from his experiment. I doubt he'll ever do something that dumb again.
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Yes. It wasn't fun. I peed my pants. Then I got up and did my job. So did everybody else. Nobody mentioned my pants afterwards.
And diddly you all very much.
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Can you elaborate a bit Hangtime?
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I was in a service and evac unit.. we came under fire while recovering a damaged loach. it was not a good day.
I think I covered the salient points.
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Been hit in the arm by .22,,,didn`t hurt that much. I prefer that instead of that arrow,I got in the leg as a kid,,,,,,,
I was the good guy(cowboy):) ,,,that hurt.
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Good am i glad that i never even saw a real gun yet.
What amazes me is that all guys that were shot at are from north america.
Glad the gun ban works in germany, so noone i know was ever shot at.
Maybe you should rething the "freedom-to-carry-a-gun" idea.
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well not me ,,Nau,,im from good ole Denmark;)
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OK one European been hit.
And in a good old cowboy&indian games as it looks. :D
Btw: i forgot i know a guy whose father has a guns collection at home, about 7-9 pistols + 15 rifles and around 2000-3000 rounds of different ammo. But he has them locked away in a safe.
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Originally posted by funkedup
I was hunting once with a friend when we were 13 or 14, with a 12 gauge and a .22. We were trespassing and we were also hunting various species out of season. I heard some shooting that sounded funny. I thought it was my friend but when I looked at him all I saw was him ducking into an arroyo and running like hell. I ran after him and the shooting stopped. I never saw what happened but he said the landowner was shooting at us with a shotgun. We stayed off that guy's land after that.
well where the hell are you from we were poach many times, we meet ranger few times, but he never fired on us ... well i dont know how things going in you country, but in our land we usualy do not shot on unknowen people
ad. drunken guys .. well i had some problem once with one of those guys, whitch become chief of the world after few tots, well i had bad day too , so when he start to flame me, i jumped on him .. that was all ... he stoped pluck after few slugs...
well we are "young angry and poor ", but when somebody wanna touch my health,life i do not wait for first hit
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Originally posted by Naudet
Good am i glad that i never even saw a real gun yet.
What amazes me is that all guys that were shot at are from north america.
Glad the gun ban works in germany, so noone i know was ever shot at.
Maybe you should rething the "freedom-to-carry-a-gun" idea.
Germans aren't allowed to have guns because everytime they get their hands on 'em, they try to take over the world! But you guys still manufacture some of the best pistols in the world, too bad you're too mean to tote 'em. :(
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Germans are mean ?:D
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Originally posted by LePaul
I had to wrap up quickly since we had a nasty thunderstorm rolling in.
Yes, to end the story completely, Tim was pretty devestated at what could have happened. Me, with my ear ringing like mad, checked my smoldering hat and noticed the pom-pom that was on it some 50 feet or so away. It really didn't sink in until a few days later that (recall Im 12 or so at the time) wholly crap, my brains coulda been splattered across that field.
Tim did tell my folks about what happened and I've got to commend him, he drove me straight home after making sure I was ok, told my parents who then asked if I needed to go to the hospital about the deafness in one ear. A few hours later, it was starting to improve, so we left well enough alone.
I did hunt with him the following year, and there was another gent in our hunting party who bagged a deer I spooked, and ran into his line of fire.
I haven't hunted since. Not that I do not want to, or because of that bad experience. Mostly, because as a pilot, I fly over a lot of the rural areas I'd want to go. And Im amazed how many bright orange dots I see down there. There's a lot of folks in the woods every season, and while accidents are down considerably, I'm just not ready to go back in.
Lepaul,
Check out the muzzle loading season. Far fewer hunters and NO one is going to waste their only shot shooting into a bush, canyon, whatever, just to see what was in there. :)
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Originally posted by Naudet
Good am i glad that i never even saw a real gun yet.
What amazes me is that all guys that were shot at are from north america.
Glad the gun ban works in germany, so noone i know was ever shot at.
Maybe you should rething the "freedom-to-carry-a-gun" idea.
I had to go overseas to get shot at.
Besides.. its pretty hypocritcal from someone living in a nation that didn't vote in gun control... it was disarmed.
AKDejaVu