Jack, I don't believe your story without a picture. If the hot brass indeed went where you said it did there should be a scar of some kind. Show me the scar and I MIGHT believe you.
Just don't tell her that I told that story. She hates it.
Jack, I don't believe your story without a picture. If the hot brass indeed went where you said it did there should be a scar of some kind. Show me the scar and I MIGHT believe you.
Pics of marked, creamy-white thigh to confirm or it didn't happen...When I was engaged to the future Mrs. Ortega I had her at my house and was showing her my neat Ruger semi-auto .22. We were sitting on a step and I shot at a can some distance away. The hot case ejected and landed on her, as they say in the movies, creamy white thigh. About a second later she jumped and said, "Owwwww." I felt like a dufus. The mark is still there today.
Same goes for you Jack....This was the closest call that I have ever had...
I worked in a Navy personnel office on Torii Station Army Base just north of Kadena AFB 1n 1974. Our department head decided that he wanted all of us clerical type people pistol qualified. Maybe because he was concerned that chucking our typewriters at invading Viet Cong couldn't guarantee us a OSS.
I was in a lane to the immediate left of a young sailorette, one of the first non-medical WAVES assigned permanently on Okinawa. She had just started in working in our office a few days earlier and in WAVE boot camp they then didn't weapons qualify so it was her first time with any gun of any kind. We were shooting standard issue 1911s.
Being a female type sailor, her dungaree blouse buttoned from the reverse of the men's, so the opening gapped to the left instead of the right. While we were shooting rapid fire one of my ejected brass flew into the gap in her blouse, and then wedged deeply into her cleavage (Puberty had been very kind to her).
She was quite surprised, upset, and vocal... and waving a .45 around in one hand while she danced across the range grabbing at her chest with the other. I was the only one who knew what happened, and I was dying laughing while everyone else scattered until things got back under control. I think the range Gunny put his retirement papers in the next day. Just couldn't handle these new-fangled ideas about women on the firing line.
She eventually forgave me, and this year we celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary. She's since learned much better range manners, and I try not to give her any reason to regret going with me
Fired 15 year old ammunition from a friends Glock-19 a year ago and a round exploded in the chamber. Almost took my thumb off. Avoid GLOCKS.
This was the closest call that I have ever had...
I worked in a Navy personnel office on Torii Station Army Base just north of Kadena AFB 1n 1974. Our department head decided that he wanted all of us clerical type people pistol qualified. Maybe because he was concerned that chucking our typewriters at invading Viet Cong couldn't guarantee us a OSS.
I was in a lane to the immediate left of a young sailorette, one of the first non-medical WAVES assigned permanently on Okinawa. She had just started in working in our office a few days earlier and in WAVE boot camp they then didn't weapons qualify so it was her first time with any gun of any kind. We were shooting standard issue 1911s.
Being a female type sailor, her dungaree blouse buttoned from the reverse of the men's, so the opening gapped to the left instead of the right. While we were shooting rapid fire one of my ejected brass flew into the gap in her blouse, and then wedged deeply into her cleavage (Puberty had been very kind to her).
She was quite surprised, upset, and vocal... and waving a .45 around in one hand while she danced across the range grabbing at her chest with the other. I was the only one who knew what happened, and I was dying laughing while everyone else scattered until things got back under control. I think the range Gunny put his retirement papers in the next day. Just couldn't handle these new-fangled ideas about women on the firing line.
She eventually forgave me, and this year we celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary. She's since learned much better range manners, and I try not to give her any reason to regret going with me
I was at H&H a while ago now using the indoor range. Some idiot shot the target holder and somehow a small chunk of metal from that came back and smacked me in the cheek.
Scared me more than hurt, but it left a little welt for a bit.
I may have to wait until she's asleep and see if I can get a pic. It's pretty high up (she had a really cute pair of short shorts on that day). (Frosty and Mrs. Frost, since you've met the mrs. please cut me some slack. You know I really do respect and love her.)Pics of marked, creamy-white thigh to confirm or it didn't happen...
Was just under the skin but it traveled about 4-5" under the skin.
Yes, it happens. I worked with a guy years ago who had a near death accident. He had just pulled his (loaded) shotgun up to his deer stand with a rope. He somehow set it down so that it was pointed up and it went off. The slug entered at the top of his abdomen, traveled outside his rib cage under the skin and stopped just short of coming out at his shoulder. He quickly got out of the tree, called for help, jacked another round into the chamber in case a deer came by before rescuers got there and waited. He was extremely lucky.Wait a sec, just under the skin or 4-5 INCHES under the skin?
Yes, it happens. I worked with a guy years ago who had a near death accident. He had just pulled his (loaded) shotgun up to his deer stand with a rope. He somehow set it down so that it was pointed up and it went off. The slug entered at the top of his abdomen, traveled outside his rib cage under the skin and stopped just short of coming out at his shoulder. He quickly got out of the tree, called for help, jacked another round into the chamber in case a deer came by before rescuers got there and waited. He was extremely lucky.