Have you ever been shot?

[95XL883]

Not shot but scared to the point I nearly fainted. In college, one of the guys was known to carry large amounts of cash and was believed to run numbers. We all knew he carried a snub-nosed revolver. Decent enough guy but nobody ever hassled him. One day I'm walking down a hall to class and J breaks off from a group of guys steps up to me, shoves the gun in my ribs and snarls "What's this I hear you been messing with my woman?" I almost fainted. J breaks out in a big laugh and the other guys start laughing too. "I'm just joking with you" he says. As I'm leaning against the wall trying to stay on my feet I said something like 'yeah, that was funny' trying hard not to irritate him. Some things you just don't forget.

 

[dmccarty]

Not sure if this counts for being shot but here it goes...

When I was a kid, I had a Daisy BB gun. The kind where you have to unscrew the end of the barrel to load the BBs. For some reason, I had a failure to fire, most likely the problem was me. Anyway, I put my hand over the end of the barrel to remove the "cap" and the BB gun fired. I don't think I EVER had taken the cap off that way before. Of course the BB gun fired and the BB hit my palm. That stung. More than a bit. :laughing::laughing::laughing: Just left a red mark and just barely did not break the skin. Lesson learned.

Decades later, I was at the range and we were shooting metal plates. Seems like there is a common thread with other posters. We thought we were far enough away and started shooting. I thought I felt something hit my leg. Not bad at all. Nothing close to the previous mentioned BB but it made me wonder if we were getting splashed with fragments. I THOUGHT I saw stuff hit the dirt but I was not sure. After a few more rounds I got hit once or twice more and one did sting a bit. Asked the other guy if he was getting hit, he said yes, so we stepped back and shot some more. We still were getting splatter so we stopped shooting those plates. We really were not that close either. :confused3:

Another time I was at the range and shooting next to a short woman who might have been five feet tall. She was sheeting a 357 wheel gun and was to my left. This was in FLA, the range was in a freaking swamp, and it was beyond hot and humid. How hot and humid was it you ask? :laughing::laughing::laughing: It was so hot and humid steam was rising from our bodies. When we exhaled, we could see our breath. It was like it was 0 degrees outside but it was close to 100 in both temperature and humidity. Just standing still you were soaking wet from sweat. Miserable it was. It was so bad we our safety glasses would fog up and we could not see through them. :shocked::shocked::shocked: I won't even talk about the mosquitoes...

We needed to qualify so the range officer said to take off your glasses if you have too. So we did. Now we had been shooting at this range for hours and hours and hours, over many days, something like 40 hours and firing close to 1,000 rounds at this point. So off we go to the firing line and the first round fired I feel a sting just under my left eye. I have been burned by many rounds of hot brass but NEVER been hit in the face or bare skin by anything. This was not good. I adjusted my position a bit and did not get hit again either by the change or luck. The problem was that wheel gun and her height. If she had been an inch taller that fragment would have gone in my eye. :thumbdown: If she had been around 5' 6" I think the fragment would have missed me. Thankfully, she was short enough and I was tall enough to only get hit under the eye.

I will never, ever, ever, remove my eye protection on the range.

Later,
Dan

 

[JDL538]

When I was about 14 we got into a apple fight. We were up in our treeshack and they nailed our ***...We went running after them, when we were about 50 feet away I saw him pointing a gun at me at the same time bam I'm hit in the breast hurt like ****....I'm going to kill him and he knew it.. He ran in his house I went right behind him his dad a huge guy stops me and wants to know whats going on I pulled up my shirt and said he just shot me...He said he would take care of it.. It was a pump BB Gun.. About a week later we fought in the middle of the baseball field about 50 there to watch ( in those days fights were planned and everyone came to watch 1960) He hit me hard in the forehead I saw stars for the 1st time in my life, but didn't go down... I came back with a left roundhouse hook with everything I had He hit the ground and was totally knocked out, everyone ran thinking he was dead with just me and 2 good friend left He did finally wake up but scared us big time...We are still friends today.

 

[JRobyn]

Came close. Friend and I were about 18 and went to downtown Atlanta for some game or concert. All the regular parking was full so we parked in a "street vendor" lot for a few $. Nosed into a curb in front of a derelict building. When we got back to our car, it was the only one left in the lot. As we each approached the doors, two skinny little neighborhood thugs jumped out from the very front of the car where they had been hiding. At least the one on my side had a revolver and I could feel him shaking as he pushed it into my back. Took our wallets and any jewelry. They had already broken into the car and gotten the 8-track tape deck. Wouldn't have taken much for that shaking to turn into trigger-pulling.

 

[PhysAssist]

Some friends and I were out in the street throwing my boomerang at night! We were kind of playing Austrailian roulette... ...delightful reminiscence deleted for brevity... From that time on, I'd always wave to her, or stop and say hi.

Several things occurred to me as I read your post-

1) He didn't know that she scared little kids- he probably just knew that she scared him...

2) As things go, I'm sure that this stuck tight in your memory because it was [likely] one of the first times you took it upon yourself to step up and do the right thing, despite fear of reprisal or censure [acted like a brave and honest MAN].:thumbsup:

3) She probably [eventually] really appreciated the honor you showed by paying your debt, and by coming to give him your respect at his funeral. roposetoast:

4) I often find that the web of interactions leads me to knowledge that we are very much more interconnected that we may realize [re: his relationship with your da], and that our actions could indirectly affect others we care about- imagine what effect it might have had on your da's relationships at work [especially with him] if you hadn't come clean, because they kind of knew you were involved.:confused2:

5) We similarly reckless things [usually with less panache than using something like a boomerang] growing up whether as adolescents or teenagers, and when I think back on it, it's amazing how little we paid the consequences for our actions with serious injuries or death.:mischievous:

Thanks for the thought-provoking post!:applause:

PA

 

[PhysAssist]

The closest I ever came to getting shot was when a moron hunter shot a hole in my house.

Hi Larry,

We live in a log house 1000 feet back from the road, surrounded by wooded lands that don't really allow easy acces to the north side of our house, but a few years ago, I walked out that side [we had a ramp down to ground level for our aging Newfies], and at head-height about 2 feet from the door was a flattened 12-gauge slug embedded into the 8" thick SYP log so that the flat bottom of it was about flush with the log surface.

We notified the police [in our rural area it was a NYS police trooper who responded], and he confirmed that [in his learned opinion] it was a spent round some idjit must have fired randomly in our general direction- because it was no where near any hunting season that could explain it.

Another time, some "neighbors" about 3 houses [or 3/4 of a mile] South of us were having a big party, and all of a sudden my SWMBO heard sharp tings coming from the roof of our tool shed- they were shooting up randomly in the air, and the rounds landed about 20 feet from where she was working.

Needless to say, she fairly tore the skin off of them.

 

[Groo]

a little shrapenal rebounding from a rock is about it.