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Yep, that could put an eye out.

Reminds me of the first and last time I shot at a tire with a BB gun when I was a kid.

USA1 wrote:Yep, that could put an eye out.

Reminds me of the first and last time I shot at a tire with a BB gun when I was a kid.

Heh, I caught a ricocheting BB in the *cough* while shooting at a tree once. Never tried that again (yeah, I was a dumb kid )

MadMonkey wrote:

USA1 wrote:Yep, that could put an eye out.

Reminds me of the first and last time I shot at a tire with a BB gun when I was a kid.

Heh, I caught a ricocheting BB in the *cough* while shooting at a tree once. Never tried that again (yeah, I was a dumb kid )

Since we're confessing stupid acts of our youth...

I found some .22 short (rat shot) in a house we just moved into when I was a wee lad.
I discovered that you could hit them with a hammer and explode them. Well I caught a piece of fragmented brass
in my knuckle and had to go to the emergency room and have it dug out and stitched up.

The only good part about it is now I have a really cool scar.

Light fire cracker drop down tube wait and nothing happens hmmmmmm let me look down tube oh there it is I see the spark BAM right in the eye, yep learned a lesson that day.

USA1 wrote:

MadMonkey wrote:

USA1 wrote:Yep, that could put an eye out.

Reminds me of the first and last time I shot at a tire with a BB gun when I was a kid.

Heh, I caught a ricocheting BB in the *cough* while shooting at a tree once. Never tried that again (yeah, I was a dumb kid )

Since we're confessing stupid acts of our youth...

I found some .22 short (rat shot) in a house we just moved into when I was a wee lad.
I discovered that you could hit them with a hammer and explode them. Well I caught a piece of fragmented brass
in my knuckle and had to go to the emergency room and have it dug out and stitched up. The only good part about it is now I have a really cool scar.

Wulll, I guess it's time for me to chime in with my "dumb kid stunt with a gun". I was 14 living out in the country, and had a pretty neat collection of guns. One was a WWI bring back 1911. I loved to shoot that gun. Ammo was cheap. Mil surp ball ammo for $2.50 a box of 50. One day I was out by the barn just plinking, and thought how cool it would be to "fan" the hammer, like they do on "Gunsmoke" or Wanted: "Dead or Alive" I drew the gun out of the holster, aimed it at a dirt berm, with grip safety applied, hammer in half cock mode and trigger pulled, I fanned the hammer. OUCH! I didn't realize that the slide would go back so fast! I didn't have time to get my right hand out of the way and the corner of the slide pushed its way into the fleshy part of my palm. Hurt like the dickens! Had a pretty good gash, and bleeding like a stuck pig(well not really, but it felt like it).

I didn't dare tell mom or dad what REALLY happened. I told them I slipped and fell on a pitchfork tong in the barn. Dad said "Son you gotta be careful out there. You could get really hurt." Mom said "go wrap it in a wet towel and it'll stop bleeding in a little while.

Moral of the story: do NOT under any circumstances try to fan a 1911! The scar stayed with me to this day, but it's all but gone. Ahhh, such a shame to waste youth on youth.

joe817 wrote:
I didn't dare tell mom or dad what REALLY happened.

Been there, done that...More than once.

It's not a gun story, but here's my "stupid kid" tale:

I was about 11, playing around with firecrackers in the summer, when I got the bright idea of mixing gasoline and gunpowder. I took an empty antifreeze jug that we'd used for a gas can, took off the cap, laid it flat, and balanced a firecracker in the open mouth. I'm sure I was grinning at the thought of what a huge fireball I was about to see (from a safe distance) when the firecracker went off in those gas fumes.

Ummm... nope. It might have worked if I'd had a punk to light the firecracker, but I was using matches. I struck a match and moved to light the fuse and *fffWWOOOMP!*

I saw a fireball, all right. Pure white light. Singed the hair off my hand and arm halfway to the elbow. Lost some eyebrow growth, too.

chabouk wrote:It's not a gun story, but here's my "stupid kid" tale:

I was about 11, playing around with firecrackers in the summer, when I got the bright idea of mixing gasoline and gunpowder. I took an empty antifreeze jug that we'd used for a gas can, took off the cap, laid it flat, and balanced a firecracker in the open mouth. I'm sure I was grinning at the thought of what a huge fireball I was about to see (from a safe distance) when the firecracker went off in those gas fumes.

Ummm... nope. It might have worked if I'd had a punk to light the firecracker, but I was using matches. I struck a match and moved to light the fuse and *fffWWOOOMP!*

I saw a fireball, all right. Pure white light. Singed the hair off my hand and arm halfway to the elbow. Lost some eyebrow growth, too.

Yeah, the liquid gasoline is not the dangerous part, it is the vaporizes gas that is so volatile. A lesson learned by many, including me while putting gasoline on a brush pile to burn it on my uncles farm.

Age 7 - San Angelo Texas. .22 bullets fired through my wrist-rocket slingshot at the curb. Something (could have been a piece of the lead, casing or concrete) came back and pierced the skin right about by left eyebrow and came out right below and to the left of my eye. Talk about bloody.

Once the bleeding stopped, my mom made sure my hind-end was throbbing too.

Yeah, really lucky!!

Doug

LaserTex wrote: Once the bleeding stopped, my mom made sure my hind-end was throbbing too.

As if almost losing an eye wasn't punishment enough.

When I was a young teen my friend and I used to "borrow" his father's .22 revolver and go out to an abandoned and broken down farm house to shoot rats. One day as we were planning our trip I decided to "borrow" my father's Colt Ace pistol.

The handguns were kept in a lockbox in the attic, and like all kids I knew where they key was. No one was home, but being a kid I snuck up the attic stairs and opened the box only far enough to feel around inside and find the pistal and a magazine that fit, and then hide it under my shirt all the way to Mike's house and then to the farm house.

Having won the toss, I was to shoot first today. We got ourselves positioned in the dark basement with the big flashlight and waited to hear the sounds of the rats scrabbling around before Mike nailed them with the light and I - BLAM!!!!

I had picked the .45ACP 1911 instead of the Colt Ace.

Man that thing was noisy.

Convinced that the whole world must have heard that sound (from inside the basement of a house a mile from anything else, we high tailed it to our respective homes. I cleaned the .45 as best I could in order to make it appear unfired, reloaded the magazine, and stowed it back in the lock box, and when my mother got home was innocently doing my homework in my room listening to the interesting ringing noises in my ears.

Nobody ever said anything, so I don't know if we/I got away with it.

We went out and investigated the farmhouse a couple of days later, and I had hit the rat dead center. Between the other rats and the effects of a .45, there wasn't much left.

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My friend Dave stuffed dry ice into a coke bottle with a little water in it, hammered a cork into the neck, and set it next to the rail on the railroad tracks so the blast would be directed away from us. When it didn't go off as expected, he walked over to see what was going on.

He lost his right eye in the explosion, a day I will never forget.

joe817 wrote:

USA1 wrote:

MadMonkey wrote:

USA1 wrote:Yep, that could put an eye out.

Reminds me of the first and last time I shot at a tire with a BB gun when I was a kid.

Heh, I caught a ricocheting BB in the *cough* while shooting at a tree once. Never tried that again (yeah, I was a dumb kid )

Since we're confessing stupid acts of our youth...

I found some .22 short (rat shot) in a house we just moved into when I was a wee lad.
I discovered that you could hit them with a hammer and explode them. Well I caught a piece of fragmented brass
in my knuckle and had to go to the emergency room and have it dug out and stitched up. The only good part about it is now I have a really cool scar.

Wulll, I guess it's time for me to chime in with my "dumb kid stunt with a gun". I was 14 living out in the country, and had a pretty neat collection of guns. One was a WWI bring back 1911. I loved to shoot that gun. Ammo was cheap. Mil surp ball ammo for $2.50 a box of 50. One day I was out by the barn just plinking, and thought how cool it would be to "fan" the hammer, like they do on "Gunsmoke" or Wanted: "Dead or Alive" I drew the gun out of the holster, aimed it at a dirt berm, with grip safety applied, hammer in half cock mode and trigger pulled, I fanned the hammer. OUCH! I didn't realize that the slide would go back so fast! I didn't have time to get my right hand out of the way and the corner of the slide pushed its way into the fleshy part of my palm. Hurt like the dickens! Had a pretty good gash, and bleeding like a stuck pig(well not really, but it felt like it).

I didn't dare tell mom or dad what REALLY happened. I told them I slipped and fell on a pitchfork tong in the barn. Dad said "Son you gotta be careful out there. You could get really hurt." Mom said "go wrap it in a wet towel and it'll stop bleeding in a little while.

Moral of the story: do NOT under any circumstances try to fan a 1911! The scar stayed with me to this day, but it's all but gone. Ahhh, such a shame to waste youth on youth.

Even if you had kept your hand out of the way, it wouldn't have worked the way you wanted. The disconnector mechanism makes it necessary to release the trigger between shots. After the first shot, the hammer would have stayed cocked, or, if you had managed to bump it off the sear, the secondary catch on the hammer would have stopped it at half cock. In any event, it'll only give you one shot per trigger pull.

The "hammer fan" technique works on turn of the (last) century style single action revolvers that don't have these extra gizmos.

Here is one of mine, I have too many to list them all.

I was spending the weekend at my grandparent's farm in rural Missouri. They had my great-grandfather's BB gun at their house and everytime I was there I would shoot it. My grandpa breeds horses so there's a lot of fence around. So, I talked to him and asked if I could hang an old can on the fence and shoot at it. He said sure. I was out there for quite a while and ran through a few cans. I knocked one off and crawled under the fence to get it. Between me putting that can up the first time and knocking it off grandpa decided to turn the electricity on and I guess part of the electric fence was touching that barbed wire cause all I remember is feeling like I got hit with a bowling ball right in the head and then getting up off the ground about 10 feet away from the fence. One of three things happened. He thought I was done, forgot I was there or thought this will be fun. Which ever one it was it sure hurt and I get a laugh out of it everytime I think of myself flying in the air.