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BE WARNED, this video link has some offensive language...

http://www.break.com/index/wannabe-cowb ... eg-2080818

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A link to the full video is posted in a thread over on the CGN forum. This condensed version leaves one with a very different POV of the shooter than the full length vid.
The full length video gives an explanation of just what went wrong during a close quarters drill exercise.
The guy that shot himself has major kuhonas to have posted the video and details of exactly what happened.

Fortunately, in over 40 years of shooting, I have never shot myself. (nor anyone else either).

I remember a pivoltal news segment I saw in Detroit, 25 yr ago. Newscaster saaid "Never point a gun ant anyone, unless you intend to shoot them". I was raised with the first part, just never point the gun at anyone. And that includes all guns at all times for me. Control the muzzle direction. Yourself and everone else will be safe. Nuff said.

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When I was 10 I shot the webbing between finger and thumb with a BB rifle. I was plinking from the back steps, experimenting with various left hand positions, and for this silly stunt I had been sliding my hand along the underside of the barrel a bit at a time to see if any particular spot lent more stability. My hand slipped off the end of the short barrel just as my finger squeezed the trigger. Had a nasty little round blood blister for a week or more. About two years before that I'd shot my cousin in the butt with the same rifle, egged on by a 'friend' whose influence over me was excessive. Price paid was a month without the rifle and an embarrassing lecture in front of my annoying cousin.

And just a couple of weeks ago (I'm turning 50 this year) I made the third mistake with a gun, this time my Baikal 46m air pistol while on my first-ever visit to a club. After settling into my spot on the line, I cocked the pistol... the same way I'd got used to doing it in my place, in the narrow bathroom doorway from which I shoot, which is to say in a symmetrical fashion, not out in front of me. This made the barrel swing back across the line. Another shooter taking a break behind me spotted the mistake and jumped to scold me, and I'm grateful. It'd never be a problem at home, but of course in a club setting it's theoretically dangerous, even though I never load a pellet until after cocking the pistol and laying it on the bench, barrel down-range. The rule about keeping the barrel direction in mind, always, is a good one, and I hope it's not a mistake I ever repeat. Embarrassment from this last mental glitch has my at-home practice corrected as well. Should stick.

That is some incredible luck, both good and bad! And one more reason to stick with air power at least in my opinion. Ricochets are substantially less likely to go through solid objects like benches. Okay, so I'm excessively skittish about firearms... but to each his own. The prospect of all the explosive and bouncy sorts of things bullets can do just scare me silly. Pellets are scary enough for me.

I read that twice, and the way that I understand the story, it was another shooter at a different shooting port that discharged the .38, and the split fragment of the bullet caught the injured shooter in the back of the head - but fortunately, did not penetrate the skull - it lodged between the skull and the scalp.

I am in full agreement with the person that was injured - the fellow that made that careless discharge should be subject to severe discipline from the club.
If not given a permanent boot, he should at least have to go through the club's safety courses again as a refresher, and serve some sort of probationary period before being allowed back on the line on his own.

Thankfully, the outcome was not as bad as it could have been.

Nope...mine was on purpose...but I missed

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I've never shot myself accidentally, either, but I did put a .22 centerfire bullet hole through the hood of my car a few decades back when I forgot about parallax. I could clearly see the coyote through the scope, but my gun barrel thought otherwise.

I had trouble explaining that one. Probably shouldn't even have admitted it here, but we can all be idiots sometimes.

The only thing I have ever accidentally shot would be my finger with a camera

As the saying goes, 'confession is good for the soul.' Probably nonsense cooked up by the Catholics centuries ago for whatever motive... but there's a ring of truth to it. Feels good admitting once in a while to having been an idiot. Wanna really see some good stories? Start a thread called 'ever do something really stupid with a power tool?' or similar. Pretty much anyone who's used power tools has done something stupid with them. Since this thread isn't that thread, I'll tattle on someone else, third-hand.

My dad once had a guy working on his crew doing some big development here in Vancouver, BC Housing or something, and my dad was doing a rare stint wearing the white hardhat and supervising about 20 carpenters and labourers. This one guy had been in the game for over a decade, but seemed to be having a bad day. We all have those. He just kept dropping things, mis-measuring or mis-cutting wood, whatever. At about five minutes to quitting time he wanted to just get one more sheet of plywood cut, was in a hurry to wrap up a wall before a pour the next morning. He didn't take the time to put the plywood on sawhorses. Just laid a half-sheet across his leg and ran his saw right through. Severed his quads right to the bone. Somehow forgot that his leg was under that cutting line. My dad had all sorts of stories like that. He was really disappointed in this particular one though, as the project had been injury-free for well over a month and this guy screwed that up. Of course they stitched the mess back together and he was working again in a few months... bet he got religion about sawhorses after that though. Just like it too often seems to take a dumb mistake with a gun before we learn the rules. Same with driving or whatever. We're often very lucky, just missing catastrophe. But once in a while we win honourable mentions in the Darwin Awards.

Spring-bear-hunt April 1967 !--- A buddy and I were snooping around in the Bancroft (ON) area . He carried a Sauer 44mag and I used a Ruger Super Blackhawk 44mag . In those days you'd load only 5 and let the hammer rest on the (6th) empty chamber because the guns of that time lacked the now common safety-features . Vern , who was a capable "paper-puncher" but an inexperienced hunter felt that he might need all the "fire-power" the gun offered and loaded all the chambers . My warnings were to no avail . ---Previously , I had baited 2 places about a mile apart . We decided on splitting up ; he went to check on the one and I went to the other . We'd planned to meet again (at the car) at nightfall . Around 11am it started to pour . About 15 minutes later I heard 1 shot from his direction ; so I figured he might have gotten some action . Since the weather was unfavorable anyway I ambled over to see what was going on . He was not near the baited area , so I started calling for him . There was no answer . I followed his tracks and found him face-down and unconcious about 1/4 mile from the bait . He'd slipped on the wet leaves (crawling up a hill) and fell onto his gun . The gun discharged through the holster . The bullet entered his right leg above the knee , ranged through the lower leg and exited at the ankle (250gr. hard-cast Keith-style) . He'd almost bled to death . I applied a tourniquet , heaved him onto my back and carried him out . Luckily he only weighed 170lbs. ; he sure couldn't have done the same for me (I was 210lbs.) . His shin- and calf-bones were shattered . As a result his leg ended-up being 2" shorter . He never hunted again .

Close calls only.#1-Visiting my uncle around age 12,he took me to the basement and introduced me to a .22 Anshutz and we took turns shooting at a cement bag against the block wall. Once my uncle and dad got bored and went back upstairs I was on my own. The "Rifleman" was big on TV at the time and so it was not long before I decided to shoot from the hip. Of course I missed the cement bag and hit the block wall causing a screaming richochet that whizzed past my ear and into the workbench behind me. Big lesson learned that day.
#2- Around age 16 my buddy and I were comming off the fields after groundhog hunting. When we got to the last fence before entering my subdivision street I handed my unloaded .22 bolt action repeater to my buddy and climbed over the wire fence. He then handed me my rifle safely but when he went to hand me his semi-auto, he pointed the barrel right in my face and with finger on the trigger yelled " Bang! " I so flipped out on him calling him every nasty thing I could think of and he of course defended himself by pointing out that the clip was out of his gun. By now we were walking the short distance down the street to my house when my pal squeezed the trigger on his semi and it went off putting a shot into the ditch without harm. If he had pulled on that trigger while pointing in my face it would have been all over. Our hunting together had come to an end.
#3-As an air cadet at CFB Trenton, I was in the prone position shooting the Lee-Enfield .303 that I hated greatly when the fellow next to me had a breech explosion that sent shrapnel flying. Some of which caught me in the left arm and hand. I never fired one of those again.

I almost shot someone once, long, long time ago when I was 18 or so.
I was living in Calgary, Alberta, just starting to get into pistol shooting and you could rent them at the pistol range. Well one time main lights went out which meant you could go ahead a shoot away. I was just about to fire my first shot when next thing you know, there's an idiot right in my line of sight, would have shot him in the shoulder I figure. Well all hell broke loose inside that place along with immediate cease fire...I was shaking like a leaf after this experience, can't remember if he got kicked out.
I also had one accidental discharge but no one was around while hunting...again during the wonder years.
No I never came close to shooting myself, cut myself yes.

Gordo, I did the exact same thing to the vinyl roof of my wife's car. I didn't even have the excuse of a scope. Didn't actually shoot a hole in it but around a six inch groove.

Her parents owned some nice rural property. We lived in suburban Tulsa and I enjoyed driving down to their lake and either fishing or shooting or hunting. This particular time I was just plinking with a .22 Colt New Frontier. I was using the roof as a rest and didn't notice I was getting too close until I hit it. It was the car she bought just before we got married. To her credit, she never said anything to me about it tho I know it had to bother her.