Give us some gun stories!

[CAS700850]

Though of another one. I will, on occassion, do firearms training with the bailiffs and probation officers at my court. The Juveniel Court chief bailiff, now retired, was a retired Ohio Highway Patrol segreant, a good man, and a great sense of humor. Anyways, he asks the new young bailiff to see the training ammo he's got for his Smith 686 (juvenile court judge mandated .38 revolvers). He takes the box, looks it over for a couple of minutes, then "approves" the ammo and hands it back. Shoot the first stage, and the young bailiff is asking ***. He fired twelve rounds, but has twenty four holes in his target. Starts blaming the shooters on both sides for messing up his target. So, Cheif Bailiff tells him to shoot the stage alone. He does his shooting, and again 12 shots with 24 holes. Goes through the same drill twice more. Each time, 12 shots, 24 holes.

At this point, the Chief Bailiff is laughing hard at the dumbfounded expression on the young bailiff's face. Turns out Cheif Bailiff had a few boxes of duplex loads (2 projectiles per loaded round), and had swapped out the duplex loads into the young bailiff's ammo box.

 

[C-grunt]

A few years ago a couple of friends and I took some new shooters to the range. I had brought my Glock22 and my AR15. One of the new guys asked me to show him how to shoot the AR and, just coming out of basic training, I showed him the army way: nose touching the charging handle. He shot for a while and was pretty good at it. I then turned to a young woman to show her how to use the pistol. Well the guy got tired of the AR and asked my friend if he could try his 30-06 he was sighting in. Not knowing any better he put his nose right up on the bolt and proceeded to earn himself four stitches above his right eye. Worst part, that was just about the last of the 06 ammo. Needless to say my friend didntget that rifle sighted in that day.

 

[Old NFO]

Many years ago when I was a kid (back in the '60's) in East Texas my grandfather (born in 1886) used to take me shoot at a gravel pit near his house. One day we went out there and there with a friend of mine and his dad, to shoot pistols. Us kids were plinking cans with an old Colt Woodsman when a couple of young Sheriff's deputys pulled up, got out and walked over to where we were; they noticed Grandpa had an old Colt Peacemaker in a thigh rig and one of them asked rather sarcastically if he could draw and hit anything with it... Grandpa proceeded to draw, hit 5 cans from the hip and holster in probably 3 seconds He then turned to the deputy and "apologized" saying that since he'd gotten old he'd slowed down a bunch I will never forget the deputies expressions, nor how quickly they left the scene

 

[richyoung]

Bear in mind Oklahoma is also a "shall issue" concealed carry state:

Nice summer day in Lawton, OK - windows down on the car, parked at a stop light at 14th and Cache rd, headed east, when all of a sudden, I hear, (I will paraphrase here, for obvious reasons..) "I gona kill yo' cracker behind! Die, honky motor forker, die!" followed by very realistic, and very LOUD gunshots!. With hand on the grip of my 1911, I swivel my head toward the ONLY OTHER CAR around, the homie piloted convertible next to me at the light...with the very LOUD, (and very hi-fi) sound system. Appears I was hearing the intro to a "gangsta rap" record. I wonder if the rap fan knows how close he came to catching a couple of "flying ashtrays" - I wonder what the D.A. (or jury) would have thought? Sometimes a slow, difficult draw is a good thing...

 

[heypete]

Two stories:

1) Washington State is a shall-issue state. I had applied for my CCW, and 12 days later it arrived in the mail. I waited to get off-duty (I was still in the army, and alas I couldn't carry on base), then drove to the gun shop in Puyallup ("The Marksman", with an indoor range, if anyone's curious) where I had purchased my 10/22 before. I display my CCW, purchase a Glock 26, two boxes of Speer Gold Dots, and an IWB holster. After shooting at the range to break the gun in (they allow free rangetime for people who just bought a gun there), I was properly satisfied with the functioning of the pistol. I then loaded the magazines again, secured it in the holster, and concealed it. After thanking the shopkeepers, I proceeded to go to Hooters for lunch with my friend. Truly the Ultimate American Male Day.

2) Bah. I had a second story, but I seem to have forgotten it while writing the first one. CURSES!

 

[dakotasin]

the tax man cometh... and left in a hurry:
seems my uncle was in a bit of a dispute w/ the irs on exactly how much was owed, and to what degree of interrogation, auditing, and searches he should be compelled to tolerate.

so, a single agent showed up at the door to his log cabin out in western s.d. and invited himself in. he and my uncle sat down at the table, where the colt saa lay. the conversation wasn't going the way my uncle thought it should, so he started spinning the revolver on the table.

tax man: is that thing loaded?
uncle: i don't know. let's find out.
before the tax feller could speak or move the gun was cocked, pointed at the roof and fired.
uncle: well, i guess it is loaded.
tax man: (big eyes) you got a permit for that?
uncle: (cocking the hammer) no, i don't believe i do. good day, sir!

and the tax feller left, and my uncle received no further visits...

this story took place long before my time, in a part of the country that still gets minimal harrassment from the law...

I proceeded to go to Hooters for lunch with my friend. Truly the Ultimate American Male Day.

i had a day very similiar to that in 1998... i needed a new truck, so had my friend give me ride to the city, and eventually bought a '99 f-150. well, it isn't appropriate to not have a new gun to match the new truck, so my friend and i went to a gunshop, where he bought a new glock, and i bought new colt 1911. we got 30 minutes free range time for our purchases, so we shot some ammo, and headed to hooters for lunch...

the truck is gone, my friend's glock is gone, hooters is gone, but i still have that colt!

 

[thatguy]

Saw a guy use the roof of his 1969 Chevelle SS396 as a rest. He shot the roof.

Saw a guy have an AD inside a 1975 Chrysler (double tap with a 1911). Shot out the windshiled and the roof.

Saw a guy shoot a 458 Winchester at a steel pipe. Slug bounced back and hit him in the leg.

Heard about a guy working in a 7/11 store who got nervous when a seedy looking customer kept his hands in his pockets so he pulled out his S&W M67 and pointed it between the guy's eyes and told him to leave. Cops never came so maybe he was right but still a risky move.

Saw a recent immigrant from Vietnam (late 1970s) in a gun shop complaining that the AK 47 he bought yesterday was only semi-auto. The funny part was the guy trying to explain his problem with the language barrier and the clerk's shock when he realized the guy wanted a full-auto gun.

Watched 3 cops trying to figure out how to release the mag on an AK 47. Took about 90 seconds.

I have more. Some I can't actually discuss.

 

[33-805]

I watched a guy in a pawn shop, working behind the counter, blow a chunk out of a display case while "checking the trigger" on a shotgun someone had brought in. Got my attention and cleared the shop quickly.

My favorite is when my older brother, about thirty years ago, was showing off in a gun shop. He was trying to lord his knowledge over me about the 1911. He proceeded to explain all the safties and finished up by telling me, "there's another safety right here behind the trigger". This was right before he dropped the mag on the concrete floor in front of some very sarcastic old guys loitering in the shop as well as one hysterically laughing younger brother. I have never let him forget that moment, even when he would be home from the army on leave. I always ask him about all the safeties on a 1911.

 

[scout26]

MP Officer Basic back in the '80's at Ft. McClellan, AL. Brand new female 2LT at the .45 range. The Range OIC is calling out the commands "Lock and Load one 5 round Magazine". She loads her first magazine, no problem, pulls the slide back and let's it go, no problem. Range OIC "Commence Fire" I start shooting......out of the corner of my eye I she that she has pulled the the pistol back to where she can see the sights better. Yep, it's about an inch in front of her nose. Before I can yell "CEASE FIRE", BANG and she hits the ground like a sack 'o potatoes. Blood running out of her broken nose and a nice gash in her forehead from the front sight. We get her revived (Q: "How many fingers am I holding up ???" A:"Blue") we stop the bleeding, so the medics take her to the Hospital for a X-Ray and to get her nosed repaired.


Now for the rest of the story. I qualified expert by shooting 41 out of 40 that day....

 

[Old NFO]

Now for the rest of the story. I qualified expert by shooting 41 out of 40 that day....

So you're saying her aim wasn't real good either....

 

[CajunBass]

Another one

I thought of another one. My ex wife and I were visiting some new friends one evening, and discussing what it was like to live sort of back in the woods like they did. There were restoring an old farmhouse, and were the "back to the old days" types. They were big into black powder shooting and guns and such. (All my stories seem to involve black powder guns for some reason)

Anyway, their kid, a young fellow about 15? 16 or so brings out a beautiful side by side percussion shotgun and shows us how he loads up blank charges to fire over the tops of cars full of (other) teenagers who use their driveway as a lovers lane. BOOM and a big cloud of smoke. He does this a couple of times and then says.. "When I want to really scare them, I just load it up like this", and pours what looks like a half a barrel full of powder, caps it, throws it up. and KABOOM!! You never heard such a noise. The gun liked to ripped itself out of his hand spinning to the right. (He did hold onto it.) The left barrel has split right at the forearm, a gash about 18 inches long. I just know the kid doesn't have a left hand. Then I see that he's shaking his hand and all his fingers appear to be there. He says "Never did that before."

I guess not.

 

[Stevie-Ray]

Years ago I used to shoot with buddies every week at a beautiful state range. It was pretty safe, with a constant RO, who pretty much kept to the rules and that was that. One day I motioned to him, and when he ambled over, I pointed out a gopher about 60 yards in the distance. His face went dark as he immediately called for a cease-fire. He told all of us (about 6) to rapid fire our entire magazines at the bugger on his mark. That was one of the coolest single firepower demonstrations I've ever witnessed, even though it was pistols only, mostly .45s and 9s. The gopher disappeared, he called for a complete cease-fire, and bounded over the rail once we were cleared, his Beretta 92 in tow. He disappeared over the berm for a few minutes, and we heard a couple shots. When he returned, he was disappointed in that he missed. But, since we were regulars and he knew us, he told us that the rapid-fire restriction along with the paper target only rule was lifted whenever we saw a gopher. It seemed, the critters were slowly trying to destroy the range, and they were constantly having to fix things. After that, when we saw one, at least 2 of us would go into rapid-fire mode. Now, however, if that happened, the RO would come over not to warn us, but to ask, "Didja git him?"

Best year of shooting I can remember.

 

[DarthBubba]

Buck fever Wheeeeee!

Buck fever Wheeeeee!

Many people have heard this story from a friend of a friend but this really happened to me.

Well When I was 11 years old I got to go deer hunting solo for the first time.
My father drilled me every weekend for six months leading up to opening day on gun safety, how to cross a fence line when hunting and how to tag and dress a deer.
All of the endless drilling and shooting practice really had me juiced up and ready to go on opening morning.
Now picture this, Opening day has come I have set my self up on a nice rise overlooking a large flat clearing the breeze in my face everything was perfect.
I had seen nothing all morning and was on the verge of being skunked on my first day out
and I was really getting mad at myself.
When I left my position and started back to the house, there right behind where I was hiding and freezing my rear end off all morning, right there is a really nice 10 point white tail buck watching me, he was close enough to take a swing at. I just wanted to scream but I kept my cool and raised my .303 rifle as quick as I could.
The deer spooked and started to run I fired and the deer went down like a rag doll.
I ran up to it and cut the throat to start it bleeding out, tagged it and then ran as fast as I could to get my father and the pickup from the house to come and help me claim my trophy. (WOOHOO YEAH Way TO GO ME), I was on cloud nine we picked up the carcase and took it to the place where we dressed game we got it hung and my father started inspecting it to see how good my shot was. As he looked closer he could not find a bullet hole anywhere.
As we dressed the deer we could find no place where the bullet had done any damage, it was like the hand of God had Smote that awful deer for being too darned crafty.
Well not really turns out that just above the brow point on one side there was a .311 sized notch.
That is right campers I had hit the deer in the antler and this had stunned him long enough for me to slit his throat and that is what had really killed him.
Since then I have hunted all over the United States, but I will always be able to say that I killed my first deer with a hunting knife like a real man.

DarthBubba

 

[heypete]

Stevie -- I like that RSO.

 

[Sharps Shooter]

Another one - men & women, equal, yet different!

My wife requested I post this story as sort of a word of caution for pellet gun shooters who are female. A few years ago my wife spotted a couple of starlings having a feast out in our currant bushes. She grabbed the pellet gun (it’s a Benjamin .22 caliber pump-up type) and started to pump it. On about the third pump, she managed to close it on one of my favorite parts of her body! She said it hurt so much she couldn’t get the strength to pull the pump mechanism open again and had to yell for one of our daughters to come and get it lose.
She still uses the pellet gun on occasion. However, she advises there are both “male” and “female” ways of charging it. A male holds the gun in one hand and runs the pump arm with his other hand. But, an adult female should lay the barrel of the gun against her shoulder with pump arm facing away. She can then use one hand to steady the gun while pushing the pump arm away, or pulling it towards her. That method insures no protruding female body parts end up with blood blisters.

 

[DonNikmare]

Fire Power

Went one a shoot with the local DFW THR group a little over a year ago.

One of us, patentnonsense, had brought a couple of big game rifles - 375 & 458, and let all of us have a try. Being the more shy natured type I watched and learned before having a try myself. One of us bruised his shoulder and another one, who should remain unnamed, piched his right chest flabby area between the rifle's butt and the concrete bench rest uppn recoil ouch!!! There was some jumping up and running about in a circle but it was all very real and justified from the looks of it.

Watching and learning was fun too - a bruised shoulder and a pinched male titty certainly teach good lessons and gave all of us a very good laugh

Nik

patentnonsense, if you read this, thank you. I kept and still have the brass and the memory will stay with me forever.

 

[Hardtarget]

One fun story (only because no one got hurt).
The traditional Thanksgiving Day rabbit hunt Everyone is in the yard ready to go when the late comers pull up. Two in the truck...cousin and uncle. As the truck stops...cuz' lets one shot go through the truck roof. After the ringing in their ears toned down, we checked which direction they were giong...we went the opposite!
Mark.

 

[KadicDeshi]

My dad used to tell this story and I always got a kick out of it.

Seems he and a friend went deerhunting when they were about 18 or so. Dad leaves his friend down near a pond where he'd seen several deer over the last few months. He then heads over a nearby hill so that it would be between them.

About thirty minutes later, my dad's friend comes running up to him and exclaims how he'd just seen a group of about a dozen deer coming to drink at the pond. He then says, "I shot every shell I had in the gun, but I didn't hit a single one of them before they ran off." My dad, being a little skeptical since he had not heard any shots, takes his friend's pump shotgun and checks it out. Sure enough, it's empty.

So they both go back to take a look at where the guy had seen this herd of deer. They got to the tree where he'd been sitting and my dad picked up one of the shells ... unfired.

Seems that in his excitment, my dad's friend had hit the pump release instead of the trigger. He'd then cycled every one of the shells through his shotgun without ever firing any of them or even noticing the lack of kick.


My story is about a good college friend of mine who I used to go shooting with all the time. We even went and took our CHL training course together. Anyway, we'd both bought CZ 40Bs as we were both broke and found the pistols to our liking. (I'd bought mine a month or so before and he fell in love with it.)

So, we're about to finish up one of our shooting trips when he turns around and looks at me with a grin that I know couldn't be a good thing. "Hey, Barrett, watch this." He then proceeds to hold his gun "gangsta-style" and empty the magazine at a 20 oz. bottle. I just shook my head and he laughed as he loaded a fresh mag and raised his gun to shoot again.

His laughter cut off a little short and he turned back around with a perplexed look on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked. He held his pistol up with the side of the slide facing me and said "The front sight's gone!"

We searched for 20 minutes for that doggone thing. He had just given up and was heading back to the car when I saw it laying on the ground. We took it back to the gun store and the owner used a punch to rough up the bottom of the dovetail and re-installed the sight. Never budged an inch and was a good shooter right up to the time it was stolen.

I try not to rub people's faces in something like that but my buddy to this day will every so often say "Hey, watch this!" and hold his pistol sideways. He doesn't shoot 'em like that anymore, he's learned his lesson. But he still gets a kick out of the look on my face when he does it.

Barrett

 

[DonNikmare]

A Hunt Day Gone Bad

Thought of another one...

My host family's youngest, early 30's at the time, son was all excited about going on a dove, goose, or duck hunt - I don't know much about shotguns or hunting and don't recall what the exact game was supposed to be.

So, as he almost always did, he was speeding on the way there, got pulled over, and got ticketed for both speeding and not wearing his seatbelt.

He arrived on the hunting site as pist off as one could be and while standing around with the other hunters and listening to the rules being gone over, a fellow hunter's dog made his way over to him, and proceeded to empty his bladder all over his pants and boots. To top it off, he had the wrong "choke" or did not have the required choke (forgive me here-my memory is fuzzy on this detail) on his shotgun and was not allowed to hunt.

He returned earky and very irritated but with a funny story to tell, at least we all thought it was funny.

 

[DirtyBrad]

I worked my way through college at a deli owned by three Italian brothers. The youngest of them was redneck squared and dumber than you'd believe. He carried a Beretta 92F or kept it under the register. When we were all too young and dumb to know better, we used to bet each other a buck on who could piss him off enough to get it pointed at them first. I almost always "won".

One day, he was about to go to the bank while me and a buddy were working about ten feet away from him. I guess he didn't keep one chambered, so he racks the slide to chamber a round, then squeezes the trigger with thumb on hammer to decock. No surprise, his thumb slips and a round goes off, ricochets off the tile floor, and lodges in the side of an old tool bucket.

I might have been too dumb to know that pointing a pistol at someone while fooling around is a no-no, but even I knew that the safety on the 92 SAFELY decocks.

The best part was, the whole thing got caught on the security tape. The bullet hit the tile maybe an inch from his foot and we all cracked up watching it, because immediately after he did it, he did the guilty look-around to see if anyone noticed, which of course we had. Luckily the only customer in the store was an old 'neck who thought the whole thing was hilarious.

A funny story and good to always rib him about, but he's who I think of when I always argue that CCW should come with stringent proof of competence.

 

[unclestu]

The Death of a Garden Gun

This is a story my Dad told me several times. The year was probably about 1933, Dad was 5, maybe 6 & his brother was ~7 yrs older. Well, Daddy had been roaming the woods in southern Arkansas since age 4 with a little bolt action 9mm rimfire shotgun, a "garden gun" that fired little all-brass shells. His older brother got the bright idea to hop things up, & so they took an unfired 9mm RF shell, & pried the end wad off, then removed the wad between the powder & tiny shot charge. They left the powder in the shell, pointed the muzzle straight up, & chambered the newly doctored shell. Then, older brother poured the full powder charge from a 12 ga high brass shell down the barrel, tamped it in well with the wad from the shell on top. Next came the full charge of shot from that 12 ga shell and a top wad. (You can see where this is going, right? )

They stepped off something like 20 paces, & big brother shouldered it & fired at a piece of 2" thick oak plank. The bolt handle sheared off & the bolt came out the rear of that little shotgun like an oversized bullet! Fortunately, he only got a cut up earlobe & a face full of smoke out of it. That oak plank? Daddy always said that there was a single clean hole straight through it the size of a .38 bullet, with no sign whatever that birdshot was involved- not a single stray pellet marred the surface of that plank!

Of course, that was the last of the little 9mm garden gun. He went on to a little .410 after that, & never did take up handloading!

 

[Mixlesplick]

I took my dad out shooting once with a Firestar M40. I explained how to load it and use the safety. I never thought to tell him to keep his hand below the slide and hammer. On the first shot the pistol bit him hard and drew blood.

The next time I let a newbie shoot a pistol I used the Beretta 92FS. It is a big, easy to hold pistol but what happens? The slide bit my friend's hand and he dropped the pistol in the sand. :banghead:

These days I don't take anything for granted. I explain all the minute workings of a gun before I let a new person shoot it.

 

[KriegHund]

Hehe, reminds me...

My dad doesnt shoot a while lot... guns are more my moms family thing, but hes not a total stranger...

Then again to gun nuts like us i gues alot of people seem less familiar than they are.

Anywho his boss let him borrow a ruger .41 revolver to take campign with us this past weekend.

Well, he loads the thing up and after fiddling around and figuring out how it loads and such he fires one off.

Im loading up my mini 14 30 rnd mags when he does this... all the sudden theres a BOOM.

Never heard such a loud gun before.

Anywho, he managed to hold it until after the sound affects and i guess he was sorta surprised, because he lets go of the gun. It falls harmlessly in the dirt...

I get to fire a few rounds through the thing and i gotta tell you i REALLY wish that thing had had a bigger grip! The dang grip didnt fit even 3/4 the way down my palm!

Well i said i didnt have any stories, but at the time this didnt come to mind. Ill probably think up anothre one before the nights over...

 

[Old NFO]

Deer hunting story- We have a deer lease out in Texas that we've hunted on for years- it has a cabin and "minimal" necessities, so all loading/unloading of rifles is done outside on the benches. One evening we are all sitting around the benches at twilight grousing about the lack of deer and lack of good racks. My cousin and her husband are ribbing each other, as Evelyn had not seen a deer at all that year. Her hubby made a joking comment about "maybe" Evelyn would get lucky and get a doe, but only if she hunted from a tree stand- About that time Evelyn picks up her .270, chambers a round, steps away from the group and fires into the distance. She calmly looked over at her hubby and said, "Oh, I think I just did better than that honey, why don't you go get that deer for me." Her hubby says what deer, Evelyn points downrange and goes "that" deer. We go out and sure enough, she had killed a 12 point buck at about 150 yards It was the biggest deer and the best rack killed that entire season!

 

[1911 guy]

Some funny, some not

My brother in law put the barrel of a nice model 12 in a puddle and pulled the trigger. Shotgun has a new barrel now. :banghead:

A friend in Va. used the near side of his pickup as a rest to shoot at a deer last day of season. New bed soon followed.

I wasted money as a teenager on a universal sling for my .22 and slung it over my shoulder in the woods. Loop slipped right over the muzzle, butt landed on the ground with the muzzle pointed right at my left lung. No bang, good for me.

Took my girlfriend (now wife) squirrel hunting and saw nothing. She had her brand new youth model 1300 (20 ga.) and was dying to shoot it. I gotta pee so step off into the brush and promptly hear a shot. Picked up the tree rat on my way back to her.

My dad buys an old soviet sks and shoots it right out of the box, no cleaning, etc. On the first trigger pull it slam fires the entire 10 round mag. Dumb looks all around.

Wife's cousin insists shotgun is unloaded and proceeds to blow a small hole in the bed of his wifes ford ranger.

Last but not least, I'm hunting with a friend who is introducing his nephew to hunting. Nephew fires an underpowered reload (not mine). We stop him before he executes his master plan to shoot the stuck wad out with another shell.