"I lost thirty pounds off my arse thanks to a pair of copper socks"

[Stealhead]

The copper that jackets a bullet works wonders. The idea is when the bullet hits your body and breaks apart you get some copper deposited. In this way the little fragments mean that you won't need to buy copper insoles or socks.

[Aktungbby]

Originally Posted by Stealhead

The copper that jackets a bullet works wonders. The idea is when the bullet hits your body and breaks apart you get some copper deposited. In this way the little fragments mean that you won't need to buy copper insoles or socks.

Ballistics can really 'sock' it to ya BBY!Just so happens I've three chunks of a .380 round jacket... and a lovely surgical grade wire-twist filigree around a shattered femur to give credence to your insight! I'm still givin' 'em fits at airport security metal detectors after 35 years!

[Buddahaid]

Can't see the image but I can't wait to hear....... Did you lose weight?

[Aktungbby]

Actually in the first year/one month in traction...45 lbs down to 135; 3 lbs below my college wrestling weight!...as for my sense of humor...

[Eichhörnchen]

Originally Posted by Aktungbby

Just so happens I've three chunks of a .380 round jacket... and a lovely surgical grade wire-twist filigree around a shattered femur...

Alright, then... how did it happen?

[Betonov]

If we're going to bet on Aktungs missfortune, I'll put 10 euros on he was shot during his police career.

[u crank]

He went hunting with Dick Cheney.

[Betonov]

He wasn't shot in Europe, we still use lead musket balls

Would explain the shattered femur, those things are capable of blowing bones out of the body

[Aktungbby]

Originally Posted by Betonov

I'll put 10 euros on he was shot during his police career

U lose! A long tale of woe, stupidity and a silver-cloud involving my Maltese landlord's war-relic Beretta; he claimed he recovered as a lad from a crashed WWII ME 109's pilot who 'no longer needed it' on Malta. Short version: in ejecting a known round, the weapon discharged, ricocheting into my thigh at the hip; A partially open slide(reduced velocity), close range and a direct impact with the bone saved the day, along with my own sudden-recall (broomhandle&belt splint) Boy Scout training. The round did not go through nor hit the femoral artery as with a police friend of mine-deceased- and a resident of one of my housing facilities who had his leg amputated just below the hip from similar friendly (.45) fire incidents. The landlord's homeowner insurance and my own just-acquired-on-a-whim credit-card hospital coverage handled my finances for a year; my landlord never raised my rent in ten years! In debriding the wound, surgeons try not to carve up good quadriceps muscle, so the round frags are left in to encapsulate naturally. This ended my rugby days which turned out to be a blessing...All my mates played well into their forties/fifties: and are in walkers, wheelchairs, or boxes. I'm still working, truckin', hiking, biking-and know when it's going to rain. I and my firearm instructor-certification guy, who's hand is pictured with a round from an his Marine M-16 through his palm, advise the new trainees, somewhat gleefully: "do not learn from your mistakes; learn from ours-it saves energy and body parts." Practically everyone I know who works with a weapon has or has been present at an accidental discharge. My cousin, a mighty outdoorsman/hunter/sailor, mocked me for years until, pulling out a birdshott'd shotgun from the rear of his jeep, put it into his own foot; begged the EMT's not to report it and limped to the hospital!!! His first thought, as he confessed over dinner, "Oh God! I'll have to tell Aktung"...there is a god and he's a righteous comedian! NOW The second fracture story: some six months later of the same leg with the full-length steel pin (since removed) from a fall off my Civil War reenacting horse, a noble steed that was not harmed, requires a lot of Hamm's....