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I have been target shooting, hunting, defensive practice, competition, and just for fun for 30 plus years. Over the last week I was practicing with my Ruger P89 9mm (my first purchased firearm at 21 and LOVE it) and generally shoot 115gr fmj. Well, I had purchased some ammo off the shelf awhile ago as I was running low and did not pay attention until I went shooting: I had bought a box of 124gr and several 147gr. No big deal, I used them. I got to thinking later that night about the grain weights and started reading up on them. My "No Duh" moment: while reading, I just realized that the grain weight refers to the bullet weight, not the weight of powder used in the load. After all these years, what a dumba××!

Your's? Firearm related or not.
 
Me saying yes to this question :
"Hey Andy ...Do you want to be a Moderator...?"
Just kidding....:D

I have so many of those moments of Well it seemed like a good idea....
That to recount any of them would be worthy of an epic , that would put Homer to shame.
That's Homer of the Odyssey fame...not Homer of The Simpson's fame....:D
Andy
 
I shot the screen out of a brand new 50" tv with a Glock airsoft while practicing holster draw.

Then last night I reached into the oven and pulled a pan out. Without a mitt. Yeah, that hurt.
 
I'm very cautious with firearms, but I once shot the back window out of my canopy. The canopy door was above me and I had the muzzle pointed up when it happened. The round went off and the glass rained down on me. It was a single shot, falling block rifle and the only thing I can figure is that I touched the trigger before I got my thumb firmly on the hammer.Scared the crap out of me!
 
A friend of mine used my bow to do this, so I'll share.

I was getting ready to leave the house when a buddy asked me to bring my bow with me. I was wondering why because we were going fishing. When I got to his house, he says he wants to borrow it to kill a raccoon that had taken up residence in his shop where he has his boat (a 24 foot Duckworth) and his camper.

We go out there and that raccoon was sitting on the bow of the boat where one of the fish boxes is. It climbs up into the rafters. My buddy runs back in the house and grabs my bow (70# by the way). He draws and skewers that raccoon and the arrow buries deep into one of the rafters, suspending the coon right over the back deck of his boat. That damn thing must have dumped a gallon of blood and gore all over his boat.
 
I was 16...remember it like it was yesterday.

Cleaned my single six 22 one night, loaded it, put it back in the holster and hung it on the bedpost. Then had the thought "I should oil the action a little", so I got it out, put it barrel down on the bed, cocked the hammer and went to put a drop down in there. Don't remember touching that trigger but that thing went off! The hollow point went through the mattress, box spring and a 1x4 slat and left a scar on my big toe that I can still see if I look hard. Scared the bejeepers out of me!

The bed made an effective silencer...my parents didn't hear a thing :s0002:
 
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Me saying yes to this question :
"Hey Andy ...Do you want to be a Moderator...?"
Just kidding....:D

I have so many of those moments of Well it seemed like a good idea....
That to recount any of them would be worthy of an epic , that would put Homer to shame.
That's Homer of the Odyssey fame...not Homer of The Simpson's fame....:D
Andy
Isn't that the truth for most of us!?!?

I couldn't understand how the middle school could have redone the locker room so quickly and without anyone noticing. Thank goodness I got out of the girls' locker room before anyone arrived and class started.
 
Isn't that the truth for most of us!?!?

I couldn't understand how the middle school could have redone the locker room so quickly and without anyone noticing. Thank goodness I got out of the girls' locker room before anyone arrived and class started.
I did that once. The casino I was in moved things around, and I offloaded in one of the stalls. Wondered about the extra wastebasket, but it went right by me.

Wasn't until I was washing my hands that I realized I was being looked at in a most concerned manner by a couple of solidly middle aged women. I think they wanted to protest my presence, but they were truly struck speechless.

I dried my hands and wished them a nice day and walked out.

I think that is what you humans call 'Awkward'.
 
Since I could remember when I was a little boy, I always heard my dad say, "That's tighter than Dick's hatband". Whether it was a lid on a jar or someone that was wound up tight.

Didn't get it til I was 31.

I'm not 100% sure I get it, but I have a pretty good guess.
 
Just found a set on the street when I was a teenager and of course I cuffed myself
Heavy plastic ratcheting cuffs Heavy enough to hurt too much to twist out of. They actually cut into my skin when I tried to bust them so I perp walked home where I broke them open with a screwdriver in a bench vise.
 
I have always been into ARs and before the 300 blkout was real popular I bought a 300 AR pistol in a FTF transaction. Thinking the 300 blkout was a barrel manufacturer.
Took it to the range loaded it up as I normally did with .223 pulled the trigger and nothing. Weird.
Cycle it again and notice it didn't go all the way into battery.
Messed with it, then a friend looked at it.
And said it's a 300 not a .223, I was like wtf does that mean.

That's when I found out what a 300 blkout was and that I was a dumbarse.

Thank God it didn't work and it didn't somehow go off.


Another time without a firearm.
I took a bunch of friends to my parents property in central Oregon when we were about 17yo.
They just had a couple camp trailers, an outhouse, and a 4 wheeler.


As soon as we got there I broke out the 4 wheeler and tried to show off, tried to do a cookie which is easy to do in the soft dirt or gravel, but I tried it on the hard dirt. Inside of sliding it grabbed when i turned, it flung me half off and I ran over my own foot spraining my ankle.

They all laughed, I laid there in pain.

And thats how most of my childhood went.
 
So there I was...
Practicing room clearing and house to house fighting.
We were at the "Tire House"...this is a house made of old tires...one can shoot with live ammo and use live grenades in this "house".

In a "hallway" of the house we fixing to clear a room...
So Pvt. Snuffy is in the lead... We are all in line behind him and are getting ready to rush into the room...he removes the safety clip off the grenade....pulls the pin and throws....
Away goes the grenade...
And....
It hits the door frame , bounces off the wall and back towards us...landing 'bout the middle of our line up of usual suspects...

When it dawns on me that we are all gonna die...I calmly reach over and huck the grenade in the doorway...when it seems to immediately go , as grenades are wont to do , BOOM!

Dust and debris ensue...and we clear the room.

Afterwards...during our review ...I was asked : What was I thinking...?
My answer was that I had a date that Friday and didn't want to miss it.....The things we do for love ....:D
Andy
 

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