grk,

I am sorry, but I still cannot stop laughing at that story.

Thanks for sharing that one with us.

I got a similar problem when shooting at a pepper popper at short range during an IPSC stage.
it was locked and did not fall, one flattened bullet came back and hit my belt buckle.
I am happy it did not hit lower

Edmond, same thing here, only it hit my right shin. After I stopped rolling around on the ground, I first checked to see if I had scratched up my gun (I dropped it). Then went home to change pants (pissed 'em)

Those 200gr wadcutters HURT!

I still have the lump on my shin bone, and that was over 2 years ago.

Can't see the pictures, but had a 20-gauge slug come back to me at an indoor range once, fortunately did no serious harm. Nothing quite like an object lesson.

i shot at a crow many years ago, sitting on a tyre(the crow, not me). shot low, hit tyre with .22 air rifle, pellet came back and hit me on the forehead. just enough to draw blood, and teach a valuable lesson.
on a similar note, how many here have heard a full-bore rifle with a suppressor? a lot of friends have them, but i"m not a convert yet, as i think they look and handle awful.
what scared me was that now you can hear things going on that you did"nt hear before when wearing ear protection, like the bullet "singing" off into the unknown AFTER hitting the target. i had no idea how much bullets richochett even on soft ground.
another healthy lesson learned!

I was telling my dad about that I had shot at a block of salt that we put out for the cattle.
The block of salt has a circular dish in the middle of it. Looks like a target worth shooting at with a .22. Anyways, I tell my dad that I shoot at this block of salt and he just cringed. I quess he did the same thing one time. When the bullet hits the dish part of the block it comes right back. As soon as I shot, I heard the bullet whizz right past my head. I did not try it a second time.


Daryl

A few of us were shooting different guns out behind our place of employment.
One of my fellow geniuses stood a piece of 4"x4"x1/4" tube up on it's end.It is about 6' long.
He stepped back about 25 feet and cut down on it with a 12 gauge slug.Of course said tube fell over,but before it hit the ground, a scream was put forth by the shooter.The slug bounced back and hit him just above his left ankle,knocking that foot out from under him.After seeing that it did not break the skin or bone,tear jerking laughter erupted because the dumbass bent down and picked up this evil projectile.Smoke rolled off of his finger tips.

what scared me was that now you can hear things going on that you did"nt hear before when wearing ear protection, like the bullet "singing" off into the unknown AFTER hitting the target. i had no idea how much bullets richochett even on soft ground.
another healthy lesson learned![/QUOTE]
If you want to see what bullets do after striking, fire a few rounds of tracer, you'll get a graphic lesson in where and what they do, scary as hell.

I was shooting a 1/4" steel plate at 25yds with a .38spl three days ago. The plate had a lot of pock marks and a few holes. I was using some cheap bulk jacketed Winchester ammo. Apparently, one of the bullets splattered and a chunk of lead came back to strike me on the temple. I actually saw the projectile coming at me but couldn't move out of the way. I would guess it weighed 40gr. and was about 1/2" long. It made a slightly visible red mark on my temple. A half inch over and I probably would have lost an eye. I usually wear safety glasses and have never shot a steel plate before. That was my lucky day in a way.

I was cutting mesquite for a fire last weekend...with a 10/22! Had a bullet that decided it wanted to do an about face. Little bugger came back and hit me in the foot.

Dumb me, I was only about 5 feet from the limb I was cutting. I got smart and moved back another 5 feet

Tim

Bought my first SKS back in the early 90's when they came into the US by the boat loads. I had just got back in from shooting and thought the rifle was unloaded. I bent over the rifle that was standing butt down on the basement floor, and went to hit the safety. My thumb slipped and it hit the trigger. 1 round left, and it traveled 2" past my left ear, through the basement ceiling, up through my recliner seat, through the first floor ceiling, and stuck in an antique dresser that my great grandmother had given me in her will. It went into the dresser at an angle, and stuck in the side. It is still there to this day as a reminder to me of my close call. I always ensure that my rifles are unloaded before entering the house now. Not to mention the safety is on, before I unload them. That one was way to close for me. Not to mention that I lost 60% of my hearing in my left ear and am legally deaf in that ear because of my stupidity.

A friend of mine I used to work with was going to do a trigger job on his Dan Wesson 44. After he unloaded it he put the shells down on his work bench, grabbed his trigger pull scale and dropped the hammer 3 times to check the pull. On the third time the bullet entered his hip and came out his "wallet" and lodged in the floor joist. The bullet was visible from the room and he left it there as a reminder to always visually check the chambers.

In the mid 1980's I belonged to a reenactors club that shot at Fort Dix, NJ. One Sunday we were shooting at a range that had pop up targets and one of the range officers asked some of us if we wanted to shoot at the 600 yard range. So a few of us went off to shoot. Four men on the firing line and four in the pits pulling targets. I was in the pits with my back to the wall when I heard a shot and then felt something hit me in the chest. Apparently the shot that was fired was low. It hit the dirt and continued to bounce off of the target and hit me in the chest. If I didn't look down at my feet, I wouldn't have known what had happened. I took the bullet home, told my wife the story, and she didn't seem to believe me. I guess there is a fine line between truth and bullshit.

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I was shooting bowling pins one time (my last time) and had a 230 gr. swaged lead bullet bounce back and hit me in the nuts. I still have that bullet, it was easy to find between my feet when I was doubled over. Besides glasses a cup would be a good safety item.

& to think people laughed at me when I invested in "Kevlar" underware

I went quail hunting with my cousin. I had furnished the shells, gun, vehicle and place to hunt. We had been hunting all morning and I was tired so I decided to stand beside my truck and talk to the wife. A nice quail got up my cousin shot and missed, but not completely the main blast hit my topper riddled it with holes and one hit me in the arm that I was holding my shotgun with. If my arm had not been in the way it would have hit me in the chest. If he had shot further to the left he would have hit me and the wife with the main blast. Needless to say I haven’t hunted with my cousin since.

I don't need no stinkeen' bullet! I had a brand new Llama .44mag years ago, and some hotloads. In a sitting position with the weapon nestled in boths hands, and both knees forming a solid rest(and my face a little too close), I pulled the trigger. The pistol, specifically the hammer, came back and 'notched' my forehead. I used my thumb to stem the blood! LOL!

I was out at the dry lake behind the Truck Inn here in Fernley several months ago, wasting hundreds of rounds of too-soft lead .45ACP rounds. Some guys rolled up not too far away and got out their gear. They had handguns and a few .22 rifles, along with a 22-250 rifle. I walked on over to elicit their help in burning up the ammo I had. We shot like crazy and bullshitted for a good hour, then it was time to go. Before we split up, one of them wanted to shoot this five- or ten-pound steel ball he had with his 22-250. We all got behind something and he shot it from about 30 feet. Nothing came back at us, but the ball had a hole in it, about 1/2" deep, that looked like it had been drilled with a 1/2" masonry bit-- rough around the edges and coarse within the depression created by the bullet. I got a healthy, newfound respect for bullets right then and there.

I was duck hunting with my Lab (back in the late 60"s) when a flock started coming in, took the safety off gave a few more calls and the Lab got excited stepped on the seat of the jon boat, and fired the 12 ga. missed my ear by about 2 inches. Couldent hear out of that ear for about a week. Will never forget to be more cautious.
Mike

Best friend and I were shooting from a hillside. He is 6"8' and was shooting a Ruger 10-22. The position was a sort of English prone variation. As he fired the muzzle crept back over the top of his knee. He did not nottice this as he was using a scope. He did nottice when he shoot himself in the knee. The new nic-name was "Kneehole". Good thing he was using solids instead of hollowpoints.

Another buddy decided to see if the 30-06 black tip ammo would penetrate a piece of thick plate steel. He fired from about 10 yards. The penetrator bounced straight back and put a hole in his shirt collar.

Years ago a guy next to me a the 25 yard range was shooting a Colt 1911. He decided to try shooting 2 handed and wrapped his left thumb over his right just behind the hammer. When he fired the slide came back and gouged 2 grooves into his thumb. He turned white as a sheet and nearly fainted. Bled a lot too.

I was deer hunting with my uncle he and his grandson were standing about 50 yards apart on a fence line. My uncle shot at a deer 90 degrees to them His bullet came back and hit his grandson in the hip knocked him down but no other damage.

We had no idea what the bullet hit to cause it to come back like that. He was shooting a 96 mauser in 7x57.

I've never been hit with a richochet, but I did have a little S&W Sigma in .40SW a while back that was notorious for tossing spent casings straight back.

They would on occasion hit me in the cheek and bounce off -- which I didn't like, to be sure.

But on one particular instance, this thing sent the hot brass just perfect for it to go down between my glasses and my eye, and wedge there against my eye since it couldn't fall out the bottom of my glasses.

Ow! That one stung.

Luckily I've never been hit by the lead side of things though.

A couple years ago, several of us were shooting steel pepper poppers at 15 yards with .40's and 9mm's. I was a few yards behind the firing line reloading magazines when a good sized fragment came bouncing back past me and got the guy standing behind me in the lip. A couple stiches later, he was good as new. I guess I can say I dodged a bullet, and my buddy's lucky he didn't lose an eye.

A good friend of mine PH in Cameroun at that time, was buffalo hunting in thick forest.
Client wounded buffalo, which charged towards my friend. The client behind him shot, and the bullet went into the receiver of my friends rifle. Destroyed rifle, but nothing else, hopefully.

Here in france, driven hunts are the main way to hunt. Usually, 1à shots are fired for one animal down. And we kill some. This makes a lot of bullets flying around.
Ricochets are well known and are dangerous.In spite of draconian rules, last year, a young hunter (thirties) got killed this way (90 degrees ricochet). Several times a year, dogs are killed by ricochets when their master shoots a cornered wild boar.

Another friend, shooting a .270 in a stand (inclined steel plates as backup) experienced a very bad hit when a round came back (the plate had been somewhat "bumped" during the years of hard use) and hit him in the lower jaw, just below the mouth.
He got nearly knocked out, and it took some surgery to enable him to eat normally.
Ricochets from rimfires or pistol rounds are not so dangerous, but from centerfires, they are deadly. I stopped hunting in driven hunts for that very same reason...
Olivier

Back over 45 yrs ago when I was 15, was in the middle in a pickup with two guys chasing coyotes across the prairie's at 30-50mph. Guy on the right had his '06 muzzle up when it went off between us and blew out the back window. I've had serious ringing ears since then. Have been well known about how nasty I get when someone gets in with the muzzle up. I have never and never well again. It's either muzzle down, or I don't go, period.

Had a cousin that went pheasant hunting/drinking with two brothers. One had a hammer type shotgun. Del was behind when Wayne pulled the gun out by the muzzle and it went off. Hit Wayne's belt and tore it off, but, didn't hit him. BUT: it took Del's arm off at the elbow. Both have since died from their drinking habits.

In elk camp, we hunted from a ranchers house. There were three holes in the ceiling where other idiots had fired off a round. Each hole had a small piece of paper stuffed in it. That was the shooters elk license that was taken away. There was another .22 hole about 2" from the edge of the kitchen table where everyone placed their knee's when leaned back in a chair.

Brother in laws 58 Chevy P/u had a bullet hole thru the rib on the hood.

I shot over Dad's white station wagon and peeled the paint off the roof with the powder burn.

I was standing shooting the shit with three others in a duck blind when a bird flew over. We all aimed and they fired. About the same time they fired something hit my right thumb really hard and lots of blood squirted out. As I shook my hand, the blood flew and got on my glasses. Someone saw the blood and my yelling and yelled 'he got shot!!"

That scared me. After looking at the thumb, it wasn't a shot wound. And they had all had their guns aimed right. Talk about foolish when we discovered my gun had fired and I hadn't known it. Aparently my thumb had slipped off the hammer and I got whacked both on the end of the nail and the cuticle by the hammer. Lost the nail and was sore for weeks.

I believe that's the only 'shooting accident' I've had other than being hit by long distance shot a couple times by others while bird hunting. And richochette's a few times. So far nothing to amount to much.

As a beer drinker partier. Had loaded guns on the wall rack when a girl grabber my .22 and pointed it at someone. I grabbed the gun away and raised hell as it was loaded. Put the scare in a bunch of us.

George

Missed one.

The same idiot with the acetylene balloon bombs. Had an AK and while drunk & partying in their house one night.

Fired off a round into the ceiling. It went thru the bottom of the bathtub where his girl friend was taking a bath. It missed her, but, only by blind luck. The whole ceiling fell in from the water too. Turned out to be a very expensive screw up. Mighty lucky Tanya didn't get hit by the bullet.

George

Back in the mid 70's, I was at a gas station when a fellow pulled in and wanted to use the air compressor to blow a round ball out of his muzzle loader, when he had forgotten to include a powder charge when loading. He had made some sort of adapter to fit the nipple opening, but was having a hard time holding the rifle and the air hose at the same time. He finally stuck the rifle under his arm to get a better grip, and when he finally got it all together, the compressed air blew the round ball through the windshield of a car sitting at the pumps. Needless to say, the woman sitting the in car wasn't impressed.

I shot a .38 Special 158 grain SWC into a wooden pole from 5 feet away, and it bounced straight back and left a pretty nasty welt on my leg.

This thread is hilarious but at the same time kind of disturbing.

I was once shooting out in the desert. I shot at a target that was propped up against a rock. I was maybe 20 feet away just screwing around. One shot came right back at me and whistled past my ear. I dont know how close it was but could feel a strong wind against my ear so I guess it wasn't much more then a few inches. Needless to say I moved back and dont shoot against rocks anymore.

I was walking across a valley (open field) one day during deer season, all dressed up in my day-glow suit when I heard a shot fired on the ridge ahead of me. I heard the ricochet and buzz of the projectile coming towards me--all I could do was freeze and duck my head. The projectile hit about 8-10 feet from me and bounced. I walked over and picked it up--it was still warm. It appeared to be a shotgun slug as it was all lead and this was long before muzzleloading became popular.

A few years ago,a friend of mine,was a newspaper editor down in Brenham.They had a police scanner in the office.A call came in that someone was shooting at cars on the highway.Long story short,when the police arrived,seemed some idiot was "sillouette" (sp) shooting near the highway,firing at a D9 blade.Bullets were going everywhere.Fortunately,no one was hit.And oh yes,he was arrested.

I was deer and javelina hunting with my dad and our buddy 2 years ago in S. Texas. I had just dropped a doe and he dropped another two after that. So he volunteers to clean the deer while we go out to get some more. We had 2 .270's and our innaccurate .22 semi auto. I head off down one shooting lane and our buddy goes the other directions. Silly me, I am wearing a black sweatshirt at the time. My dad didn't see what way I had gone and was still hoping to get a javelina with the .22. I had been sitting on the edge of the lane for about 10 minutes with the truck 200 yard to my left, by now it was 5 minutes till end of shooting light. I look to my right and something wizzes past my left ear, I turn my head rapidly and another something wizzes past my ear. By the time I realize my dad is shooting at the rabbits between us I felt a rock ricochet and smack my upper thigh. I start yelling, he drops the gun and books it towards me. It took me awhile to realize he had thought I was a javelina and squeezed three quick shots off at it. As it turns out the "rock" was a bullet that passed through 10" of my left thigh and scraped the bottom of my right thigh missing my femur, femoral artery, and my nads each by a respective 1/4". Needles to say we wear orange, no matter what now....

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Originally posted by MikeN:
I was duck hunting with my Lab (back in the late 60"s) when a flock started coming in, took the safety off gave a few more calls and the Lab got excited stepped on the seat of the jon boat, and fired the 12 ga. missed my ear by about 2 inches. Couldent hear out of that ear for about a week. Will never forget to be more cautious.
Mike

Thats the problem with labs, they love to hunt but they can't shoot for shit.

Something I learned was to crack the bolt on a gun when riding in a vehicle.

An older freind of mine went on about a story involving a rifle, the floor of a Ramcharger, and the transmission in said Ramcharger. I guess the rifle went off and went through the bell housing and torque converter.

Expensive lessons. Always go safety first.

My 'brother's father in-law' shot the transmission out of his own Ford pickup. It wasn't a bang-flop, it 'ran' quite a ways before it died. The mechanic was stumped...

My paternal grandfather was killed by a member of his hunting party who was firing at deer. My grandfather wasn't where he said he would be. The guy who killed him is now an alcoholic.

I was 14 at the time and thought that of my two grandfathers, that particular grandfather was the toughest man on earth and invincible.

I have my grandfathers 30-30 Marlin that he was carrying that day.

My Dad still hunts, as do I.



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Testing bullets one day on kevlar hung up by just the top of the panel shot it with a .357 mag and the bottom went back and fliped the bullet right back at me..got hit in the leg with little more than a bruise.

I'm at the outdoor range sighting in a rifle.

The shooter in the next post is shooting a spinner with his handgun. His targets were inside of 20 yards.

I'm standing approximately 10 yards to his left.

Every time he hits his target, my post gets showered with frags.

He continues to shoot. I'm standing up after a shot... SMACK!

A frag hits me in the side of the head.

I pick the frag up - it's a copper jacketed round!

"Hey! Are you nuts? You're shooting jackets into a metal plate!"

"It's ok - they're hollow points." He assures me.

"You're HP just nailed me in the head! Take your circus to the pistol range!"

"They won't let me shoot plates at the pistol range." he says.

"Why not?"

"Because they don't want anyone to get splashed-back from the targets." Yes - that was his response.

I threw the frag at him - signaled the range-master.

They shut him down and the guy is mad at me for not wanting to get clipped.

I think your response was totaly off and un called for. Instead of informing the range officer you should have clobered his stupid ass with the butt of your rifle.



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