I too had an older brother that like using me as a moving target for BBs. so got shot pretty often usually "one pump and jumps" we also had BB gun wars with neighborhood kids until my brother shot out one of our neighbor kids front tooth. It was hanging from the nerve
. About 5 years later I got the BB gun and he moved up to a 22LR Bolt action Remington. We were both was pretty much marksman at age 12 or less. We had wrist rocket wars too which I think hurt worse than the BBs but I was actually a better Wrist Rocket shot
so I got to get even often.
At about 14 I was over at my sisters place near x-mas we had fixed all the lights on the tree and had a pile of blown little tiny lights. So out to the wood pile stuck em into the snow and me and a cousin was shooting them (well I was shooting them & he was missing & got pissed.) So he walked up put the Barrel about 2" from one of the bulbs and pulled the trigger the BB hit a hunk of wood and smacked his tooth split it right out too. He also missed the bulb
he was pretty pissed and still talks about it.
other time we were hunting the Rail Road tracks and got peppered by duck hunters about 150 yards on other side of the swamp. We had at that time semi auto 22s getting some rabbits or squirrels and these guys had a bunch of decoys out. I saw them shoot 2 or 3 of them fired several rounds with us right there standing in plain site. SO I hit the tracks as the bbs/shot peppered us. My brother picked up and sank about half their decoys for them :/ and yelled at them to watch where they are shooting next time.
I got hit with a 22 cartridge/brass once that we were messing around with pulling out the duds lead and pouring out the powder in a small line lay the cartridge & light the powder & the brass would POP and fly out. one spun around by the flaming powder then the primer fired it hit me right in the lip. burnt a hole pretty good and hurt like heck. I also got a ricochet hit me in cheek just about half inch under the eye when shooting at a frog on a rail road tie that was in the RR ditch.
All of this was in the 1970's & we would walk thru downtown carrying the 22's or BB guns over the shoulder heading to the Western Auto to buy ammo. I was under 10 and my brother maybe 13 at the time & we never got looked at more than twice. Riding thru town on bikes packing shot guns bout the only thing we ever got asked was what was for dinner on way back from hunting.
I imagine now we would have been arrested and booked for brandishing a firearm.
We also were/are in Rural Ohio where most days we could be found after school hunting fishing mowing grass or shoveling snow. We were rather well known in town as we worked for everything all time. We would mow/shovel to buy ammo and fishing gear. take that ammo and gear to get game for dinner. Had a big garden in town that we hand shoveled as such I think most people probably respected fact we were not BAD kids but the one COP was sure convinced we were.
For all the shooting we did there were few real injuries involved that was more than a bruise. Kept food and game & lots of fish on the table. When I joined military my marksman ribbons were easy as heck to get, just wish I was given more of a chance in Basic Training, they used modified M16 (firing 22 rounds) and my POS gun was accurate but only about 3/4 of the rounds fired. A miss fire was same as a MISS, (I had 8 or 9 shells not fire) so I missed getting the marksman in Basic quickly made up for at my 1st base.
My brothers in law was shot in Ohio Power area (south east corner) deer hunting someone shot a slug next ridge over and it hit him in the ankle took him off his feet. luckily he was only bruised pretty bad nothing broken but he needed help getting back out. That was early mid 80's.
about 5 or 6 years back I was back in my woods when some NEW to the area neighbors started shooting using my woods as a back stop. Needless to say when a 45 round landed about 10 feet away from me I went for a visit with them. Heck I was running a chainsaw so they HAD to know I was back there.. I told them NOT to be shooting into my woods without a Back Stop and handed him the round & told him next time I might fire back.
Mark
