most memorable shot

[cyclonebri1 8]

It's usually a 1st or a one off, but you never really know untill later?

[McSparkie 0]

I can beat all previous and any to follow!

 

I shot myself in my left bollok with a .22 dart when I was about 15.

It was from a Webley Senior pistol. My mate had managed to fire the thing, but the catch hadn't caught and instead of pumping the dart down the barrel, the barrel flew forward (incidentally bending the barrel).

I was trying to straighten the barrel. I had a screw driver between the main body and the barrel and was squeezing the 'open' end for all I was worth (15 years old, full of muscle and empty of sense).

My thumb was inside the trigger guard.

I managed to get enough force in the desired direction and heard a very satisfying click, closely followed by a worrying 'phhhttt!', closely followed by a scream only my mates dog could hear.

 

My left nad was punctured. I pulled the offending dart and doused 'the boys' in whiskey and crossed my fingers.

'The boys' went all sorts of colours, but I resolutely refused to go to hospital.

 

It can't have been so bad as I now have two young sprogs. However I am now more than 30 years down the line and can still remember the pain.

[whippeter69 88]

I can beat all previous and any to follow!

 

I shot myself in my left bollok with a .22 dart when I was about 15.

It was from a Webley Senior pistol. My mate had managed to fire the thing, but the catch hadn't caught and instead of pumping the dart down the barrel, the barrel flew forward (incidentally bending the barrel).

I was trying to straighten the barrel. I had a screw driver between the main body and the barrel and was squeezing the 'open' end for all I was worth (15 years old, full of muscle and empty of sense).

My thumb was inside the trigger guard.

I managed to get enough force in the desired direction and heard a very satisfying click, closely followed by a worrying 'phhhttt!', closely followed by a scream only my mates dog could hear.

 

My left nad was punctured. I pulled the offending dart and doused 'the boys' in whiskey and crossed my fingers.

'The boys' went all sorts of colours, but I resolutely refused to go to hospital.

 

It can't have been so bad as I now have two young sprogs. However I am now more than 30 years down the line and can still remember the pain.

Ha, god that made me laph hahaha

[Sterry 0]

I can beat all previous and any to follow!

 

I shot myself in my left bollok with a .22 dart when I was about 15.

It was from a Webley Senior pistol. My mate had managed to fire the thing, but the catch hadn't caught and instead of pumping the dart down the barrel, the barrel flew forward (incidentally bending the barrel).

I was trying to straighten the barrel. I had a screw driver between the main body and the barrel and was squeezing the 'open' end for all I was worth (15 years old, full of muscle and empty of sense).

My thumb was inside the trigger guard.

I managed to get enough force in the desired direction and heard a very satisfying click, closely followed by a worrying 'phhhttt!', closely followed by a scream only my mates dog could hear.

 

My left nad was punctured. I pulled the offending dart and doused 'the boys' in whiskey and crossed my fingers.

'The boys' went all sorts of colours, but I resolutely refused to go to hospital.

 

It can't have been so bad as I now have two young sprogs. However I am now more than 30 years down the line and can still remember the pain.

 

If that didnt teach you gun safety i dont know what would.

[McSparkie 0]

I can beat all previous and any to follow!

 

I shot myself in my left bollok with a .22 dart when I was about 15.

It was from a Webley Senior pistol. My mate had managed to fire the thing, but the catch hadn't caught and instead of pumping the dart down the barrel, the barrel flew forward (incidentally bending the barrel).

I was trying to straighten the barrel. I had a screw driver between the main body and the barrel and was squeezing the 'open' end for all I was worth (15 years old, full of muscle and empty of sense).

My thumb was inside the trigger guard.

I managed to get enough force in the desired direction and heard a very satisfying click, closely followed by a worrying 'phhhttt!', closely followed by a scream only my mates dog could hear.

 

My left nad was punctured. I pulled the offending dart and doused 'the boys' in whiskey and crossed my fingers.

'The boys' went all sorts of colours, but I resolutely refused to go to hospital.

 

It can't have been so bad as I now have two young sprogs. However I am now more than 30 years down the line and can still remember the pain.

 

If that didnt teach you gun safety i dont know what would.

 

Yup, I always wear a 'box' when messing around with guns these days