Fun Gun Stories

Well, one thing I am thankful for is that the round was not spinning as the barrel was smooth. It also had alot of blow back so the velocity was probably way lower then a real weapon would produce.

It did teach me to think on my feet real quick!
I had to go into the house and tell my Mom a tall tail about a drill to CMA!


I told my Dad the truth that night when he got home though.
He pretty much said the same thing you did.

[Stealhead]

A friends father had a similar experience he did not get shot but nearly shot one of his brothers.They had taken one of the fathers shotguns out when mom and dad where gone and had even loaded shells into it and where looking at it not playing though.Anyway the trigger was pulled and a the shot messed up a wall few inches off it would have hit the younger brother.

The father did punish the sons for having taken the shotgun out in the first place but also used it as a chance to teach them how to safely handle all of the firearms they had in the house.

Did you ever see a round go off into one of those red clearing buckets? Very noisy I asking about one once in an armory if it could actually take a rifle round and this NCO says "put the muzzle in there turn the safety off and pull the trigger." so I obeyed the order and did it. it was loud as all get out but it did not do any damage besides some sand in the air.

I don't remember the exact Rifle used at the time and will have to see if Dad recalls what it was.

We use to go to a local Club that had a fireing range.
They had big steel boxes that you placed your targets in.
All rounds got deflected down into the earth because of the 45 degree backface of the box.
They worked great until Dad fired that Rifle at them!


On the other side of the range was a river. Then a Cow pasture about a half mile further on.
A few days after our time on the range? We got a friendly visit from the Law Dogs.
Seems we downed a Cow or two!


They built a large mound of dirt behind those boxes right after that.

[Stealhead]

That might be why many ranges especially indoor ones wont allow rifles.There must be some code in every state that controls gun ranges.Here in Florida you must have a back drop that can stop the rounds on a your own property not sure with an open to the public range.


The best range I ever saw in person was a private range owned by this millionaire that was a school friends father.This thing was really nice in ground with the ends covered while the mid section was open to the air.The owner was also a class III dealer (not how he made his money though) and he had everything even a few true machine guns.That would be another funny story but hard to explain was watching my friend load the pan magazine for a WWI Lewis gun you have to see it to understand the humor of it but basically they are not very easy to fill up and they will spit rounds back out much of the time so the loader will get frustrated which is funny to


The owner was also a class III dealer (not how he made his money though) and he had everything even a few true machine guns.That would be another funny story but hard to explain was watching my friend load the pan magazine for a WWI Lewis gun you have to see it to understand the humor of it but basically they are not very easy to fill up and they will spit rounds back out much of the time so the loader will get frustrated which is funny to

I have a 10 foot high dirt mound that a bulldozer made and in front of it are a bunch of pine tree stumps in front of that are mounts for targets and a "lollypop" stand that I made myself.

Back around the same time as paying for a few Cows?
We also bought a horse.

It was out in the country and my Dad and Uncle fired a few rounds kind of in the air.

A mile away or there abouts? A neighbors horse was hit.

[TarJak]

I remember the first time I fired a .22 target pistol with a hair trigger at a range and put a .22 sized hole in the roof above me as I nudged the trigger when lowering the gun to aim it.

I still think the most fun gun I've fired was a Lee Enfield .303 of WWII vintage on a 500m range. Took a lot of concentration to get even on target, let alone close to the centre.

[Stealhead]

The Lee Enfield is a nice rifle easily one of the best throws on any bolt action.It was generally a little harder to get your sights tuned in and be accurate with those older rifles compared to more modern ones.Of course once you did they where very accurate.

[Sailor Steve]

Rocky and I were at an outdoor range shooting at the pistol targets at the standard range of 25 feet, shooting a matched pair of Dan Wesson .357 magnums. We were shooting .38 special, because the rounds are a lot cheaper, and because with the full magnum load the Wesson has a weird sort of sideways kick to it. Behind the targets was a big hill, so it was impossible for stray bullets to go anywhere but into the soft dirt on the hillside.

Rocky pointed out a big piece of pink paper on the hillside, maybe six inches across and about 25 yards away, and said we should try to hit it. We reloaded and he went first. He managed to put every shot within a couple of inches of the paper. If it had been a man he would have had all six shots in and around his chest.

Then it was my turn. I took my time, and managed to put the first shot about three feet to the left of the target. I took aim again and this time missed about six feet to the right. I tried one more time and the piece of paper disappeared. Rocky shook his head and said "I always say if you can't be good, be lucky."

[Armistead]

Not sure about stories, but I look at all this talk about guns today and compare it to when I was in school. When bird season hit, everyone came to school with shotguns on their truck racks, when the bell rang, the parking lot was full of us getting into hunting gear, getting out guns ready, etc., then off to hunt. Then came deer season, shotguns were replaced with rifles..

We had guns all around the house, behind doors, in closets, gun racks, in drawers, none ever locked up..If a fox hit the hen house, there was always a loaded gun ready to deal with it...Sure, I lived in a rural town, but this was just the late 70's.

My best hunting story, I killed 3 deer one morning, basically dropping them all on top of each other. Deer would walk a creek base through a wood cut out. I shot one, drug him out of the creek based. Wasn't an hour later another came, saw the dead one, came out and was sniffing it, dropped him, it fell on top the dead one....prolly 30 mintues later, another one came by...repeat. Course this was a big fire/police hunt we do in east NC where the deer are plenty, but not as big....and people share tags...

I was also shot was with a 38 right through the hand by another hunter...lucky the idiot didn't kill me.

My best gun stories are of my Grandma, she grew up in the mountains of NC early 1900's, she shot 4 people I know of, including my grandpa...sort of by accident. One man she killed that was breaking into the barn...Sheriff came by a few days later, she signed a form, that was the end of it...

My father also shot and killed a man breaking into the funeral home we lived in 1970....upstairs...I don't remember pieces muh of it. Killed the man on the back screen porch..

[Red October1984]

Originally Posted by CCIP

The most fun I've had is probably with the Mosin-Nagant rifle. That thing kicks! When you get the hang of it though, it's a very, very serious, accurate, and mean weapon.

My dad has one of those. We have a crate of FMJ Ammo for it. We shot at a bunch of fruit one time. It was very fun. I love the weapon. Great rifle.

And recoil? Come on. It isn't that bad.

[Sailor Steve]

Three deer as they walked by? Hardly sporting. But then neither is buying a steak at the store.

My mom and stepdad both loved to hunt, but only occasionally liked venison. They gave my wife and me one whole deer, butchered and ready to eat. Good thing we had a freezer ready to hold it all.

I like your grandma. My father-in-law once told me his oldest daughter had a stalker while in high school - a boy who had more than a crush on her. One night he heard a noise in the back yard. Joe wasn't sure if it was the boy or a buglar, so he went out very cautiously, armed with a revolver. He saw a shadow in the yard, and to show he meant business he fired the gun straight down into the ground. The intruder fell backward and lay still. Joe then approached slowly. It was the boy, and Joe thought he had killed him. No, Joe's shot did indeed go into the grass. The boy had just fainted.

[Sailor Steve]

Describing the "kick" from a gun is always fun, since every one is different. My .30-06 has a really hard, sharp kick to it. Rocky's .58 caliber Civil War replica rifled musket had a much stronger recoil, but due to the slow-burning nature of black powder, it's less like someone punched you in the shoulder and more like they pushed real hard. It rocks you back on your feet, but doesn't hurt at all.

Another interesting thing about the Civil War rifled musket is the famous Minié ball. It was designed with a hollow back end, the idea being that the flange would expand and engage the rifling, ensuring a tight seal and eliminating the need for a patch between bullet and powder. It didn't work that way, at least not for us, so we got into the habit of patching it anyway.



When you fired the gun it wasn't obvious from the side, but the shooter could see that the trail of smoke from the gun to the target spirals a little, making a corkscrew effect all the way down the range. It's part of the fun of shooting the things.

[Armistead]

Originally Posted by Sailor Steve

Three deer as they walked by? Hardly sporting. But then neither is buying a steak at the store.

My mom and stepdad both loved to hunt, but only occasionally liked venison. They gave my wife and me one whole deer, butchered and ready to eat. Good thing we had a freezer ready to hold it all.

I like your grandma. My father-in-law once told me his oldest daughter had a stalker while in high school - a boy who had more than a crush on her. One night he heard a noise in the back yard. Joe wasn't sure if it was the boy or a buglar, so he went out very cautiously, armed with a revolver. He saw a shadow in the yard, and to show he meant business he fired the gun straight down into the ground. The intruder fell backward and lay still. Joe then approached slowly. It was the boy, and Joe thought he had killed him. No, Joe's shot did indeed go into the grass. The boy had just fainted.

Guess my Grandma was in her teens in early 1900's, got married at 14, had 16 children, outlived all of them but 3, dying at 101. Growing up in the mountains in NC during that time, really was no law.

One of her funny stories was...They lived in a old cabin, planked floor, but large cracks in the floor between the planks. She said once a man crawed under the house and was watching her cook or looking up her dress. She had hot water boiling on the stove and dumped it on him. She said.."his head hit every plank on the way out..."

The cabin door had knot holes in hit, doors only had a latch. A man was trying to unlatch the door sticking his finger through the knot hole. She didn't know him, let go of both barrels at his finger. I don't think she intended to kill him, just blow his finger off, but she blew through the door and killed him......no charge of course, that was a killing offense back then.

[Sailor Steve]

Wow! It's amazing to hear stories from other people's lives.

Originally Posted by Armistead

One of her funny stories was...They lived in a old cabin, planked floor, but large cracks in the floor between the planks.

I read Laura Wilder's 'Little House' books to my kids when they were little. She mentions those separated planks, and says that it was easy to sweep the floor that way. The dirt went between the planks and down into the "under floor".

It's said that legendary Kansas lawman Elfego Baca once held off an entire town for a couple of days by ripping up floorboards and lying in the "under floor".

[Armistead]

Originally Posted by Sailor Steve

Wow! It's amazing to hear stories from other people's lives.


I read Laura Wilder's 'Little House' books to my kids when they were little. She mentions those separated planks, and says that it was easy to sweep the floor that way. The dirt went between the planks and down into the "under floor".

It's said that legendary Kansas lawman Elfego Baca once held off an entire town for a couple of days by ripping up floorboards and lying in the "under floor".

Don't know if you've ever been to a mountain funeral. Starts at the dead persons house, load coffin on horse and buggy. As it heads to graveyard, as you pass peoples houses they just join in the march, everyone singing along the way. You'll walk about 3-5 miles per graveyard, usually up dang hills, but you'll have a crowd by the time you get there. Yes, they have cars, but don't use them, up there anyway. Course it's been 15 years since I last went to one, no relatives up there anymore.

I have her books also, plus the entire Lil House series on disc. Loved the show back then...