ever do something so braindead you wanted to kick your own behind?

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so i'm at the range yesterday, trying out my new marlin papoose .22lr rifle, and eventually made my way to the handgun range. its nearly the end of the day for me, i've sent nearly 1000 rounds of various .22, 9mm and .45acp downrange when i get a malfunction in my kimber tle. its the third malfunction this gun has given me, and they all seem to be magazine-related.
the first two malfunctions were from the same wilson 47d magazine, in which the very last round didnt feed, but ejected, right with the previous empty.
this third malfuction came with a 8-rounder from kimber that the gunstore had, was only like $15 or $20, and i figured they'd be useful for the range. the last round tipped up and didnt clear the magazine, lodging itself at nearly an 90 degree angle from the position it was supposed to be in. the slide didnt close all the way, it hung up on the front of th round that was poking out of the ejection port.
i think to myself "well i've been shooting cci blazers today, and it always gets my gun real dirty, why dont i run a few cleaning patches through and get it nice and clean?"
the last box of ammo i had to shoot was pmc, much cleaner, and i had planned on cleaning the gun before i left the range anyways. so what do i do?
i turn the bushing wrench and forgot to put my hand over the recoil spring. the plunger disappeared in a sea of empty brass/gravel. tried looking for it but after a half hour wondering 'just how far could it have sprung?' i decided it was lost and i'll go find one at a shop tomorrow'.

on the plus side, i was shooting some really good groups with the kimber, i put about 60 rounds through the target that could be covered with my fist. my first group with the .45 was 7 rounds in 1 1/2 inches. my next group was 8 rounds in 1 1/2 inches also.
the target was at 15 feet, but whose counting that?? :D
 
If we are limiting our discussion to firearms related lapses in common sense then my answer is: The time I sold my Model 13 Smitty. What was I thinking back then?
 
My first marriage.

Shooting out the 48-inch overhead with the plug when the wrench slipped on the .45.

Coming to work today after a week off.

Leaving the kitchen door open Saturday evening so the cat could come and go. I've done this for 20 years - my friends know to yell before wandering inside. Next thing I know there's possum chasing my cat around the downstairs - well, as fast a possum can waddle anyway. Inner city cat - ha. Probably thought it was a large smelly rat.

John
 
No fair 444, you used the one I was going to use! But my timeframe was going to be a tad longer. :D


spacemanspiff - It probably doesn't matter now, but if you want to find the plunger, you might be able to drag one of those magnetic brooms (like roofers use to pick up nails out of grass) over the suspected area of touchdown. Of course you'll have to contend with any steel casings folks may have shot and discarded there.
 
Dating someone I later discovered was a witch. Dating an actress. Dating a Romanian. Dating a comedian.

Crap. Anyone else notice a trend?
 
How about cracking the windshield of a company van with the plunger just after I picked up my Sistema and I wanted to do a field strip in the truck. I did not have a plunger wrench just pushed down on the plunger and spun the bushing and Wa-zang the plunger zips up and dings the windshield.


No I have never done anything so stupid I wanted to kick my own butt cause it was my evil twin Bruce who lives in my head.
 
mal, the volunteer range officer said the same thing, and the two of us hunted for a while. but i just got back from wild west guns, ken hooked me up and now things are kosher.

Dating someone I later discovered was a witch.
Click to expand...
as in, a serious witch? i knew this girl who claimed to be one. when i ran into her one time she said some THING told her i was at the bar and she came to find me. she also said she could recognize other witches/warlocks on sight alone. and she claimed her powers were from the demons who proved to her that they were more powerful than anything else, using telekinetics.

veeerrry spooky! want to know the real kicker? she was raised as a jehovahs witness.

okay, back on topic!
 
Here is mine.

I was helping my dad put the bayonet back on his SKS. He was standing over the gun with me putting in the retaining pin as he pushed the bayonet down against the spring.


His hand slipped and the bayonet sprung upward with not insignificant force toward is eyeball.

In one of those weird superhuman moments I reached up and caught it in mid air just before it blinded him.

The only comment he made was "hmm maybe we shouldn't do that"
 
What 444 said.

I feel really good -- and strange -- when several waking hours go by and I realize that I haven't really screwed up in some big way.

However, I've learned to mimic the domestic cat, and it's a pretty stupid cat who can't cover up after himself....
 
I have been Braindead so many times that I have moved up to the Brainfart division. Not only I would do something dumb, the idea really stunk too. :cuss:
 
Frequently.

(Last Thursday, for example. Ever get the bright idea to use 150 psi air to blow out a clogged 3/4" oil hose? By some miracle, I was the only thing within 50 yards that wasn't splattered in oil. Least I followed the 3rd rule of oil hoses, never point it at something your not willing to soak.)
 
Hk, laughing so hard my jaws hurt! You and I must live in parallel but inverted universes. If I had done it, all the oil would have been on me and everything in a 50 yard radius would have been clean...

spacemanspiff, were you at Rabbit Creek or Birchwood? The "volunteer range officer" part caught my eye...
 
rabbit creek. i still havent made it out to birchwood. there were a couple volunteers there, i think they had one watching over the guys shooting full auto (uzi and a fn), and two on the rifle range, there was a hunter safety clinic going on over the weekend.

i'm terrible with names, i forget what the guy said his name was, who was watching over the pistol range. vern maybe? anyways, the volunteers get free range time after they put in so many hours there.
 
....blasting a hornets nest hanging in the tree(best not tried,especially looking up at it and blasting it with number 7 shot)..watching my brother in law grab a chipmonk with a braided cotton glove from a box trap(you ever have one of those times when someones getting hurt and it looks bad but you just cant do nothing but stand there and laugh your hiny off?)
 
Putting my kimber back together, pushing down on the guide rod plunger, trying to rotate the bushing back on, it slipped, spring and plunger launch out at about Mach 2.5 right below my eye, hitting me in the lower orbital bone and ricocheting off me and into the ceiling! Wow, that flarkin' hurt! Told the wife about it, she called me a "dumbass" and said "See, I told you guns were dangerous!"
Sitting around shootin' the bull late at night with my brothers and a friend, friend takes my Model 29 S&W and chambers one single round of .44 and cocks it, I vehemetly told him to not do that and unload it. He in turn gives it to me to take care of, I take the revolver, point it at the floor, (second floor) it slips in my hand, finger touches off trigger, gun goes BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!, I poop my pants (almost......) bullet goes through the plank flooring, ceiling in living room, lodges in the the floor about a half inch from the fireplace and about 2 feet from my sister who is (was.......) sleeping on the couch that I was located directly above...........I felt about 1 mm tall and everyone could see what a large ******* I was.........Brothers start giving me the 3rd degree until I tell them that I can't really hear them too well, and explain what happened (they were sleeping, too), a very large exit hole in the plaster ceiling which was repaired with white tape temporarily, told parents that we dropped some weights on the floor that night and told my Dad that the "fresh looking" white spot in the ceiling he noticed a year and a half later has been there for the 10 years we've been living there!
 
Many years ago I was very drunk, very stupid, and had a very inflated view of my street fighting ability. I decided it was a good idea to impress an Arkansas state trooper with my left uppercut. I missed with my fist but managed to strike his Mag-Light with my head. I spent 3 days in jail but he didn't charge me with assault. I haven't had a parking ticket since. I learned my lesson.
 
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