SteveSS
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My did has passed away a few years back but he told me this one. He had a pair of denim overalls. This was just after the dust bowl in Oklahoma. His overhauls as some like to call them in OK had been through the wash 3 times with a .22 cartridge in the pocket. Being six years old he thought that rendered it inert. He decided to knock it apart with a hammer. No one was home so who would know? Whack, the bullet wen into his thigh. He was a kid and like we all do when we get hurt doing something we shouldn't have doing, he hid in the closet.
His mom came home and followed the blood trail. Took him to the doctor but they just left the bullet in his leg.
When I was about 12 years old, dad took me duck hunting. It was a long walk into the reservoir, in the dark, on a muddy trail. Eventually I tripped and sunk my 20 gauge shotgun barrel about 2 inches into the wet mud. Dad was pissed. I got to carry the gun the whole time never shoot it and clean it when we got home.
Mid seventies in our small SE Kansas town we were never too far away from guns. I had some .22 cartridges in my front shirt pocket. I must have been laying on the shag carpeted floor and one fell out and buried it'self in the rug. Mom hit it with the upright vacuum and it blew a hole up through the beater bar casing. She was pissed.
My friend Kim who is an excellent hunter/sportsman shot a hole in his stove top oven showing me how awesome his new scope was. His wife was pissed
I guess my point is if you're going to be around guns a lot, always expect the unexpected.
Got any good gun stories?
His mom came home and followed the blood trail. Took him to the doctor but they just left the bullet in his leg.
When I was about 12 years old, dad took me duck hunting. It was a long walk into the reservoir, in the dark, on a muddy trail. Eventually I tripped and sunk my 20 gauge shotgun barrel about 2 inches into the wet mud. Dad was pissed. I got to carry the gun the whole time never shoot it and clean it when we got home.
Mid seventies in our small SE Kansas town we were never too far away from guns. I had some .22 cartridges in my front shirt pocket. I must have been laying on the shag carpeted floor and one fell out and buried it'self in the rug. Mom hit it with the upright vacuum and it blew a hole up through the beater bar casing. She was pissed.
My friend Kim who is an excellent hunter/sportsman shot a hole in his stove top oven showing me how awesome his new scope was. His wife was pissed
I guess my point is if you're going to be around guns a lot, always expect the unexpected.
Got any good gun stories?