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islandpiper:
Old adage, "A man is known by the company he keeps."   I'd think again before hanging out with a guy who shot me.....at least if he was carrying.  Just my humble opinion.  piper

Eric Krewson:
Nother story, this happened in the late 50s.

When I was around 12 a bunch of us boy scouts sold Christmas trees every December, along with the Christmas trees we sold bunches of mistletoe. We would look for mistletoe high in the trees along the creek banks and blast it out with a shotgun.

One of my friends had a bolt action .410 we used because of the tight pattern. On a very cold day we were on a creek bank between Norris and Clinton Tn gathering mistletoe when his gun jammed. This was the era of paper shotgun shells and swelling was sometimes a problem.

He was working the bolt back and forth with the muzzle all over the place when the gun went off, I was about 10 feet from him. The main charge passed within inches of my upper leg but I still caught 4 or 5 fliers in in my thigh. The pain was instant and very intense. I was wearing two pairs of heavy Levis and three pair of cotton long johns, could barely walk but it was very cold. I dropped trou and found the shot didn't penetrate my heavy clothes but each shot had left a tennis ball sized bruise that was already black as coal.

A very lucky day for me as I would have probably lost my leg had I taken the full load a ten feet. I didn't tell my parents about the incident.

Dane:
Even with the best safety program and vigilance, accidents can happen. Last fall, our club was having a turkey shoot. One guy was using a double percussion muzzle loading shotgun, one of those kind you ride shotgun with if you work for Wells Fargo.

I was about I guess about 20 feet back from the line, watching. I am still not certain, but I think what happened was that a piece of his wadding richoceted off the roof of the covering and came back and hit me on the right side of my neck. It felt like a yellow jacket stung me. I was lucky, it only left a small mark, which faded in time, but things can happen around firearms.

That gun, btw, is a total blasat to shoot :) I don't think it hates me anymore, too.

Dane

mullet:
 I'm sorry, but wadding is like getting hit with a paintball gun, lead kills, even when it ricochets. I work for engineers, seems the word they hate most is "luck" or the other one,"S--- happens". Those two words aren't needed with proper training, planning, and focus.

Dane:
Im really so sorry it wasnt deadlier there Mullet. Next time, I wont post unless I loose an eye or something. Sorry you missed the point.

Guess the kid who got shot in the leg wasnt lucky. Guess Eric wasnt lucky, as well.

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