Whoops

I'm glad I found that article, I need to be dragged back into reality on a regular basis before I do something really stupid.

...but yeah, "oops" is the word

... or it could have come from a gang banger hosing down a street corner, or and accidental discharge by someone cleaning their pistol, or a woman shooting at her straying husband and missing, etc....
I guess some never pass up a chance to trash guns and/or police.

I found 2 bullets in the parking lot of a former employer. The typical cheap industrial park near a declining part of a large city.
One was lead .38 Special bullet and the other was a hollow point .380.

Where I retired from was in a bad neighbor hood.Finding bullet holes in windows and on our roof tops was an every day thing.I saw a gangbangers shoot out from my office window one day.

We found a 223 FMJ bullet in the shop area of our building once, and a corresponding hole in the roof. Angle of impact was near vertical. Two weeks later we had a second identical incident. The odds of someone a mile or more away or more hitting the same roof are pretty high. My theory is someone was shooting from the same rest (back porch or something) at a strobe or other high object on an antenna tower.

When I was a kid, we had a 30 cal slug mushroom on the next door neighbor's driveway on Halloween night.

Since my older brother is not on here, I can tell his favorite story.

He got a '92 converted from 32-20 to 357 Magnum when he was sixteen. That SOB was always jamming, or failing to eject a fired round. One afternoon we're out shooting groundhogs with it, and he jams a loaded round. Can't get it out, or to fire. We ride back to the house, and he starts monkeying with it in our bedroom. Sure enough, the rifle fires. Thru the bedroom wall, and into our parents bedroom on the other side of the wall. We can't find the slug anywhere.

Our folks come home and we are sitting in fear for our lives. A bit later my Mother screams "Ed, we have mice in the house again. I have mice in my dresser drawer." My Father goes into their bedroom, looks thru her dainties drawer, and says to her, "be careful when you set a mousetrap in there, they're carrying guns!" He then walked out and looked at us both. After a few seconds of silence, he turns to me and says "You can go feed the horses." He turns to my brother and says in that quiet voice (the one they patterned Darth Vader's after) and says "Is there anything you want to tell me?" That was a very long rest of the week.

Rich