As long as it's not a pic of a scar you're a step ahead.Looking for my stupid ND pics....just a .22, but it left a hole.
Well done sir, well done.As they say... stupid is as stupid does!
Mark Twain once stated that "Familiarity breeds contempt and children!" I found that to be also too true!
In my limited experience of 50+ years with guns, familiarity reared it's ugly head and took a bite of my dumb ass.
I had just returned home from the field where I was exercising my 1919a4 Browining and was cleaning it and making some adjustments. If you are familiar with the weapon there is a locking mechanism to keep that massive bolt in a safe position for maintenance. DO NOT Trust that little screw lock to do it's intended job! While cleaning and lubricating the bolt face the full force of Murphy's Law came into play! My right thumb was instantly, painfully chambered into the breech of the beast. The bolt operating handle is also on the right side of the receiver. Yup! The thing had my right paw slammed home and I had to reach across the receiver and work the operating handle with my left hand. That 54 pound boat anchor was not cooperating in the least. It WAS a religious experience! I went through mu entire list of curses and was well into making some new ones! I was "speaking in tongues" before I was freed. My thumb was spewing blood faster than I was cussing! I went through a roll of paper towels like cheap toilet paper at a county fair. I ran around my backyard throwing bloody paper towels like a mad man. I went in the house to wash the thumb I was afraid to even look at. (remembering the old "Garand Thumb" incidents of years gone by as mere nothing in comparison. While running cold water over the disgusting thing that was my thumb, I gingerly plucked out pieces of shattered thumbnail and tried to "make nice" of the whole mess. Yes! tears of "bliss" were running down my cheeks. THEN the missus walks in hollering about just why are the squirrels in our backyard dragging off bloody paper towels to make nests with! he she saw my hand and the fur started to fly! (as if things for me were not enough) I got the, WTF did you do, How did that happen and the Dr. Phil "just what were you thinking" lecture! All of a sudden like a flash from heaven above "Don't you think we should go to the emergency room?! Then it was off to the races. The ER doctor wanted to know how my digit got to be in that condition as he was poking around in it. X-rays were taken while "wound seal" was used to stem the blood flow ( it had been leaking for over two hours at this time) when the doc came in and asked me about the pieces of thumbnail I had pulled out and showed me and the wife how stupid I had been because those were pieces of bone not thumbnail! A large part of my thumbnail was still chambered in the gun. I had shattered the bone at the tip of my thumb and first joint. Surgery was require to put the throbbing element back together with reconstruction of the nail bed and thumbnail itself. I will NEVER forget nor stick my fingers in things with teeth!
Yup..... we ALL make stupid mistakes! I make the simple stupid mistakes look like fun! View attachment 256437
You win!As they say... stupid is as stupid does!
Mark Twain once stated that "Familiarity breeds contempt and children!" I found that to be also too true!
In my limited experience of 50+ years with guns, familiarity reared it's ugly head and took a bite of my dumb ass.
I had just returned home from the field where I was exercising my 1919a4 Browining and was cleaning it and making some adjustments. If you are familiar with the weapon there is a locking mechanism to keep that massive bolt in a safe position for maintenance. DO NOT Trust that little screw lock to do it's intended job! While cleaning and lubricating the bolt face the full force of Murphy's Law came into play! My right thumb was instantly, painfully chambered into the breech of the beast. The bolt operating handle is also on the right side of the receiver. Yup! The thing had my right paw slammed home and I had to reach across the receiver and work the operating handle with my left hand. That 54 pound boat anchor was not cooperating in the least. It WAS a religious experience! I went through mu entire list of curses and was well into making some new ones! I was "speaking in tongues" before I was freed. My thumb was spewing blood faster than I was cussing! I went through a roll of paper towels like cheap toilet paper at a county fair. I ran around my backyard throwing bloody paper towels like a mad man. I went in the house to wash the thumb I was afraid to even look at. (remembering the old "Garand Thumb" incidents of years gone by as mere nothing in comparison. While running cold water over the disgusting thing that was my thumb, I gingerly plucked out pieces of shattered thumbnail and tried to "make nice" of the whole mess. Yes! tears of "bliss" were running down my cheeks. THEN the missus walks in hollering about just why are the squirrels in our backyard dragging off bloody paper towels to make nests with! he she saw my hand and the fur started to fly! (as if things for me were not enough) I got the, WTF did you do, How did that happen and the Dr. Phil "just what were you thinking" lecture! All of a sudden like a flash from heaven above "Don't you think we should go to the emergency room?! Then it was off to the races. The ER doctor wanted to know how my digit got to be in that condition as he was poking around in it. X-rays were taken while "wound seal" was used to stem the blood flow ( it had been leaking for over two hours at this time) when the doc came in and asked me about the pieces of thumbnail I had pulled out and showed me and the wife how stupid I had been because those were pieces of bone not thumbnail! A large part of my thumbnail was still chambered in the gun. I had shattered the bone at the tip of my thumb and first joint. Surgery was require to put the throbbing element back together with reconstruction of the nail bed and thumbnail itself. I will NEVER forget nor stick my fingers in things with teeth!
Yup..... we ALL make stupid mistakes! I make the simple stupid mistakes look like fun! View attachment 256437
I did something similar. I was bored i guess and looking for something cool to play around with. I cut off the shot shell, leaving only the brass and primer. Clamped it in a vice, hit the primer using small screw driver and hammer. I was 12 or 13 at the time and it never dawned on me that the primer would behave like a bullet in the opposite direction. Close to 40 years later I still have that scar on my hand. Mom and dad never knew about it but damn that hurt like 1000 bee stingsI giggled at "locker room pop" and immediatley thought of The Good Guys movie. (desk pop - lol)
When I was about 10 I found some shotgun shells and cut the shell and emptied the shot out. I would then place the almost empty shell on the end of the barrel of my bbgun and pull the trigger. It was LOUD! And made me very happy. Until my bb gun barrel cracked.
Had a hard time explaining that to my dad. He knew I was up to something stupid, but didn't figure it out.
At least I was smart enough to know that I needed to empty the shot out of that shell.
IHMSA freestyle has some unique shooting positions.
Here’s sidewinder
Now this incredibly funny,,, brought tears to my eyes! Let me explain.I shot myself in a mirror once... I survived, but that other me cracked up.
Yep me too, funny I never got hit but did do some hitting. One time a neighbor came over and took our guns away till my Mom got home.Fortunately nothing, oops forgot about airguns. Used to have BB gun fights.