Funniest thing that's ever happened to you while shooting.

I don't know if others will find it funny, but I sure found it stupid. I shot a box of Fiochii 9mm through a new Walther PPQ. No problems. I then grabbed the next box of ammo, which was by Sellier & Bellot. It wouldn't extract. I tried several rounds before quiting.

After checking the size of the round with a caliper, I discovered it was 9mm Browning.

As dumb kids in school, I shot a .22 caliber pellet straight into the air to see if we could hear it land. We did. It came down and nailed the base of my thumbnail. It was about 0 degrees out that day. No gloves, cold hands. Yea, it felt great...

Shootin a tempermental Nambu with my cousin was funny he'd shoot itd jam or the action would only go half back not extracting id shoot it and nothing would happen fire'd great everytime, the words that he let loose had me laughing on the ground

It's only funny because no one was actually hurt, but...

We were getting a walkthrough of an IDPA stage at an outdoor match. I was fairly new to the group. One of the targets was arrayed with a fairly flattened rock about 3 meters behind the target. (This is in an old quarry.) I'm 6'5", and had a slightly different geometry than anyone else would have on that target. I noticed this. I pointed it out.

I was kind of "laughed down" for being overly cautious. Wouldn't you know, I was the first shooter for that stage.

On my second shot, the bullet hit the rock and the jacket came straight back past me and hit another shooter in the cheek.

They moved the target, and now when I point out the geometry of things, they listen. LOL

I fired a full mag of .357sig through a .40S&W. felt kind of funny, sounded strange, holes all over the paper, egg all over my face. this happened in front of a class of Police Cadets at FLETC Artesia NM, two days after earning my Distinguished Weapons Expert award.

This did not happen to me, but the guy I was shooting with had a hot piece of .38 Super brass bounce off a barracade and come down between his eyebrow and the frame of his sunglasses. It lodged there and caused him to yank both his eye and ear protection off. To his credit he maintained control of his pistol with the other hand and kept it pointed downrange. It left an oblong blister under his eye.

BTW It was not funny at the time.

I was "teaching "a good friend how to use his new muzzeloader.I have 20 plus years experience,so he was paying close attention.I was loading and shooting mine between lessons,when a guy taps me on the shoulder,and asked if I realized that i just shot my ramrod downrange!Whoops.

I was at a public range at a WMA. There were probably 8-10 people shooting and out comes 4 turkeys out of the woods onto the range with no fear. It's like they knew it wasn't turkey season.

I was shooting a rifle event with some friends at our club when my pants got torn, exposing everything. I kept going, and finished the course with a good score, but everything that should have been covered was now scratched up, had thorns poking through, and rubbed raw. Tumbleweeds are nasty. Ouch!

Was shooting a Hi-Power clone called an"Arcus"at a local pit.thing had Hogue rap around grips on it.First mag was bang.bang.bang."CRACK".Thought I had a bad round.Checked the barrel,and everything was clear,so I slapped the second mag in and proceeded.Bang.bang.bang."CRACK".Turned the pistol in my hand to look at it,and saw smoke boiling out of the magwell.Then I THREW IT DOWN IN A MUD PUDDLE!Turns out it had"chamber issues".Blew out the cases.Still got the cases,guns long gone.

While playin' one of my favorite scoped bolt rifle games bustin' water-filled drink cans on the 200 yard berm...I blew a can that a Monarch butterfly was sittin' on. He flitted around and lit on another one. Four cans he lit on and four cans were shot out from under him in the span of about a minute.

I got in the truck and drove down to the berm to collect my trash and set up more cans...and when I got out of the truck, the flippin' butterfly attacked me. I mean, literally flew in my face over and over until I gave up and got back in the truck to give him time to fly off and get interested in regular butterfly business.

I tell ya, it's embarassin' to take a whuppin' from a butterfly.

These both happened on the same day.

I hear this guy yelling at me. "Hey, what are you doing?" I put my gun down and turn around. He says in a very angry voice "The range closes at six. New members should read the rules!" I had been a member for over two years. I feel awful and apologize. I'm thinking gee, time flies when you're having fun. I check my clock....it's only 5. I mention that to him as politely as possible. He goes back to check his own clock. Now he's the one apologizing.

I had been dry firing my pistol because I was flinching some. A guy comes up a little later and says with no introduction "hey, either your gun is <removed> or your ammo is <removed>." At first I thought he was referring to my accuracy. It turns out he saw me dry firing and thought that my gun wasn't firing at all. I can see how he would think that but he didn't approach it very well.

Edit: Sorry folks, I knew swear words were not allowed, but I didn't realize that included the first letter of a swear followed by three asterisks. Live and learn.

Not while shooting, but heard a funny story about a major NFA/DD manufacturer based out of New Mexico while attending the Knob Creek Machinegunshoot. One of the other attendees regaled me with his experiences owning machine guns and suppressors. He's so tight with his local PD that they'll buy his fun stuff, then let him borrow it back any time if he misses shooting it!

I was a member of a private range some years back. A couple buddies and I decided to head out there one day and found that there was only one other group out there and they were on the pistol range, located not too far from the rifle range. As we were setting up, we looked over at the other group and could clearly see what was going on. Here was an adult male with his wife and teenage daughter shooting a 9mm pistol of some sort (looked like a Kahr, but I couldn't be sure). It was clear that the husband had taken his wife and daughter out under the auspices of 'teaching them to shoot' when what he was really doing was talking himself up and proving how manly he was by shooting 'a really powerful handgun'.

I don't take too kindly to men try to prove to women how manly they are by shooting while instilling a dislike of guns and shooting into them, so I immediately grabbed my Mosin Nagant M44 and fire off five rounds in a minute while one of my buddies does the same thing with his. The M44 is incredibly loud, not to mention the 6 foot gout of unholy flame. A glance over at the other group revealed that the other shooter was glaring at us while his wife and daughter we looking at him with a hint of righteous venom. They left not too much later, leaving us alone to play with our toys.

One day on the range I was firing my new AK at the 100 yard range to test its function. I was firing pretty quickly an had already put 4-5 magazines on the target. I was changing my magazine when I looked down range and saw a deer poke its head out from behind my target! WTH!?!? I have NO idea why it wasn't full of holes. The deer then proceeded to walk out from behind the target and straight towards us. It walked up to about 50 yards from us then it stopped and just stood there. We yelled at the deer and waved our arms at it but apparently it just found that fun to watch. We finally cleared our weapons so I could run down range and chase it off.

It was kinda funny at the time. I was shooting my 6.5 Swede mauser at a 100yd metal plate and as i shot a round the bullet went down range, hit the plate, the jacket on the Sierra spitzer reversed inside out and came flying back at me and hit my right in the mommy-daddy button and almost dropped me. Me and my buddies laughed for a while and there was no permanant damage

I was shooting next to a buddy of mine one day when he got a stovepipe malfunction. He stopped shooting, waited for me to stop, and then pointed out the stovepipe. It took me several seconds to understand what he was showing me. There in his breech was a Blazer aluminum case.


What is so funny?

He was shooting brassed ammo. I was shooting Blazer. My case was stuck in his gun!

Shooting at the local sand pit when a Suzuki samurai pulls up and a group of Japanese get out. They were all dressed like cowboys, with hats, boots, and spurs! Watched them shoot for a while, couldn't shoot very well but they were safe. The big smiles and laughter were priceless.

When I was attending police academy back in the 70s, we were having shotgun training. One of the girls in the class was dressed for the hot weather in just a pair of bib overalls, no shirt. Well, when it was her time to shoot, that riot gun kicked so hard her straps came loose displaying her chest area for all to see. Nice.....chris3

I was shooting trap with my 12 gauge, my mom comes down and grabs my .22... "pull!" and proceeds to destroy the clay! cracked me and my friends up, she's a darn good shot.

when my dad left his muffs on the target hanger on the 100 yard rifle range. i felt like shooting them with his savage 10 in 223. thankfully i didnt.

Best time I had was about 30 years ago at a pistol range in Cedar Falls, IA.

I was shooting a Browning HiPower 9mm, and the lady next to me was shooting a 38Special.

After repeated firing and loading and talking to lady while reloading and noticing that weather had improved, we took off our coats. I immediately noticed her outstanding attibutes, which were properly displayed in a white t-shirt. (you know where this is going).

When shooting the next clip load, one of my brass loanded in a "good" spot, which caused her to drop her revolver, reach in top of shirt while hopping around, couldn't find it, ripped off t-shirt to find it stuck between both!

We were the only ones there at the time. I offered my services of rubbing lotion on affected areas, and we ended up back at my place to further treat her for exposure.
Also, worked on reloading, and further shooting.

Then we cleaned the guns, and scheduled our next training session.



Why can't this happen now, on my 59th birthday?

^^^^ Best story yet. LOL

I'd just got my new XDm, and was having a problem with the magazine stop. It just wasn't working. I slap the mag in, it falls out. I ignore the definition of stupidity (doing the same thing again and expecting different results), and kept slapping it in, harder each time. Finally I fixed the problem - I took my thumb off the mag release.

My sister isn't an anti, but she is an anti-kids-with-guns. She doesn't want me to have my guns out when my nephew is over (he's <2), and she doesn't want him watching stuff with guns in it. I'd set up to go shooting with my brother-in-law, and to my surprise my sister came with. She tried my XD, but didn't want to try my shotgun when we were shooting the 2.75" shells. After we started using the 3.5" magnums, she tapped me on the shoulder and said "if you put the wimpy ones back in, I'll try it."

On that note, my best friend's sister, first time shooting, shot the 3.5" magnums just fine. Except for one when she didn't have it quite gripped right and hurt...well something close to the shoulder.