What is the DUMBEST thing that you ever did out shooting or hunting?

Two dumb things! I was shooting at carp with a 20ga and wasn't having any luck. So I thougt I go stand on the log they hid under. Stuck the barrel in the water waited for one to swim out and boom! No carp but a barrel shreadded like a cigar. So that's why they tell you never do that. Second, I thought I control my .44 by holding my hand down on the scope and over the cylinder, bang. felt like an m-80 went off in my hand.
 
Dumbest thing I ever did was put somebody else's ammo in my gun.

We've got a lot of idiots at our range that leave live ammo around. I'll usually put it in one of my cheap guns and fire it off, then put the brass in the range's brass barrel.

Some yahoo left a box of Winchester Silver Tip .357 ammo on a bench. Everything was there to indicate it was a brand new box of factory ammo. Thinking I hit the jackpot for that day, I took out my good S&W revolver and loaded it up. First shot - BAM!!!!. Blew my revolver into little pieces. I'm surprised I wasn't hurt, much less killed. The revolver was destroyed. Nothing could be salvaged.

Later we found the guy who left the ammo. Turns out he loaded them himself and after trying one, realized he did something wrong. All were slightly to double charged with H110. That one I tried must have been really a compressed load.

I couldn't scold him for ruining my gun - that was my bad and I'm the only one to blame for that, but I did chew him a new one for leaving a potential bomb where any dumb yahoo like me could have blown up their gun. Imagine if somoene had put that round in one of the more dainty revolvers. It could have been fatal.

Anyway, it's not funny and it doesn't even make a good story, but that was the dumbest thing I've ever done with a firearm and I will never repeat it. Now I bought a bunch of bullet pullers and bolted one on a cable to every shooting bench.
 
Dumbest thing HMMMMMMMM let me think.

My buddy and I went dove hunting one day and the birds weren't flying so he says let's do some stump shootin with the .22, sounded like fun so I say ok. This .22 would not shoot for SH!@, I mean this thing patterned at 50 yards. Well we set up an empt Copenhagen can on a pile of discarded crossties and moved back to about 25 yards and started shooting. Couldn't hit that dang can to save my life! So being the genius that I am, I moved up to about 5-10 yards away aimed and pulled the trigger. Missed the can, but did manage to hit something hard because the bullet ricocheted straight back and hit me in my Medic Alert necklace right in my throat. Just like in the movies where a flask stops a bullet and saves the guys life, there was a perfect dimple in the medallion that has my diabetes info on it where the slug hit. I still have that necklace somewhere.

I should add that I couldn't swallow for about 15 minutes and at first it felt like someone had rabbit punched me in the throat and hurt somethin bad. NO idea what I hit to cause the ricochet.

Thats the stupidest thing I ever did with a firearm.

Chupa
 
I don't even want to tell you guys some of the dumb things I have done with firearms, but I will tell a funny 1. I was about 19 and I had just bought a new 10/22 and decided I needed a 30 round magazine to go along with it. On the way back to the house I couldn't stand the temptation to unload the new clip so I pulled back on to a dirt road and loaded it up and proceded to rip thru 30 rounds, it was a blast. Where I made my mistake was not getting out of my truck. All 30 empties went straight on to the dash and all but 2 or 3 went right down inside my defrost vents. It made for some very annoying rides to work all winter long.

Live and learn I guess.
 
Not exactly shooting, but I was out one day while my ex-wife was at work trying out my new made potato gun. Loaded her up with some Suave hairspray and cranked one off straight up. Well you can guess where it landed, right on the roof of her new Mazda MX6 sitting in the driveway. I ended up blaming it on the kids playing basketball next door. Only thing worse could have happened was that I could have decided to change her oil another day and my Chevy could have been in the driveway instead. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif
 
I shouldn't do this, but I'll play along & show how stupid I "used" to be... /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif

Dumbest thing that involved drinking:
Hands-down, driving a car/truck/motorcycle while drinking/drunk. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/crazy.gif

Dumbest thing involving guns:
At age 11, I was using a single-shot .410 I had borrowed from my grandpa.
When I got home from hunting rabbits in our pastures one day, I went inside our metal building, [or "barn" as we called it], to warm up.
Thinking I had unloaded the gun, I was practicing mounting/aiming/swinging on imagined "targets. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smiliesmack.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smiliesmack.gif
I made the mistake of cocking the hammer every time I shouldered the gun. And the last time I did, my finger touched the trigger...firing the gun! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/shocked.gif
I was about 10 ft from the wall it was pointed at. And directly in the line of fire, was a hook holding several extension cords (which had been my "target").
Although the cords took most of the shot, many pellets still reached & "dimpled" the metal wall behind the cords. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/frown.gif
Amazingly, only about 6 pellets made it thru the metal.
The actual SCARY part...unknown to me, my mother was on the outside of that wall, getting ready to walk into the building!!!! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smiliesmack.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smiliesmack.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smiliesmack.gif
Needless to say, my behind got literally blistered later by Dad & his belt. And we never fixed that spot in the wall. It's still there to remind us how dangerous a gun is if not used properly.
 
If I don't post anything here I can say,"Man you guys are stupid!!" But I'll fess up.
When I was about 19-20 years old, I had a Colt .44Mag. A buddy of mine calls me up and tells me he needs help tracking a wounded deer. Well, I head down into my basement where all my gun/hunting stuff is. Grab the pistol and load 5 cartridges in it. Two were snake loads and 3 were "in case I get a shot at the deer" loads. One empty chamber. Let's see, I need to advance one chamber to the snake load. I know, I'll just point it at the wall and pull the trigger......BAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!! HOly crap that scarred the crap outa me! I called him back and said, "ummmmm, I'm not coming....." I was too shaken up. Ripped a hole through the drywall and took out a little chunk of concrete. I never found the remains of the bullet even after I totally remodeled that room. I hate to say it, but it's little things like this that make us ulta safe now. Even though it was an accidental discharge, the first rule of safety was followed, control your muzzle. But wait....there's more.
When I was a pre teenager, probably 12/13, I had an early model pump up pellet/BB gun. We had been playing football in the front yard but got hot and came in to get a drink. I broke out the BB gun and showed the guys how to shoot the neighbor's cattle in the butt. Wrong, I know, but I'm sure alot of us were turned loose with firearms a little too early. Anyway, We're sitting at the kitchen table drinking some tea and I start pumping the gun. One of my friends is watching me the whole time while the others are talking. I pull back the cocking lever to retrieve a BB. Give it a good shake and it falls out on the floor. The guy watching me even sees it fall on the floor. I stand up and yell, "You sonofa3!+ch" at one of my buddies talking and shoot him right in the arm. It must have pushed two BB's into the reciever. It penetrated his arm about 1/4 of an inch and he still has the scar to this day. Another valuable lesson learned. Anyone wanna come over and play football?
 
There are many, according to he periods of my life.
This is one when I was 19-20 or so.
I was deer hunting with my relatively new beautiful pre64 mod 70. My dad gave it to me for my 16th birthday.
I came up to a box canyon that was just perfect for a buck to be hiding out in. I watched it for about 15 minutes and nothing. There was a small rock out cropping that was about 8 feet from the edge of the cliff face I was on. If I could get on to that, I would be able to see a little further up the canyon, and brother it was looking good. It was straight down about 20-25 feet, but I figured that I could back up and run a little quick step and jump over onto it. It was perfect,..no problems,..I backed up 20 or so feet and gave a little run and,.. Walla! I soared right over to the out crop. No balance problems, no real danger,.. just perfect. I sat there another 15 minutes and watched the canyon from this new vantage point. When I decided to give up the canyon,..I just turned around, and there staring me in the face was another 8' leap with no backward distance to get to get enough momentum to get over.
I was stuck on an 8' out crop with 20'straight down into a v shaped crevasse.
Did I mention I was by myself?
After a few O'S!**$,and a few sorrowful moments for my new wife, cause they'll never find my body, I had to try to get back. I slung my rifle over my back and took my best flat foot jump ever, and landed about 6" short. Down in the rocks and cactus I went, fingers clawing and feet digging in, with my knees and shins in the way.
This was my introduction to rock climbing 35 years before it got to the popularity it is today. It took a painful hour to get back up to the top. I tried every toe hold and finger hold imaginable.
The rifle still has every darn scrape and nick in it. It sits in my safe now glaring testamony to a foolish young man that always wanted an extra 6" the rest of his life.
 
was demonstrating the proper way to take a deer at long range for a couple of hunting buddies.
had allready taken deer at 585, 611, and 822 yards on other occasions with them present. they asked how far you can kill a deer, I replied I don't know, never found one too far yet. well a doe came out on a gasline, I ranged her at 985 yards. checked my PDA, needed 14.25 MOA of up to make zero, set my elevation and windage, thought to myself, this will blow they're minds, I was confidant and cocky, touched the trigger, 1.2 seconds later I saw the dirt fly 16" low, I rechecked and found I in haste had only dialed 12.5 MOA up, and they still won't let me forget that.
RR
 
No me but pretty dumb

My neighbor use to deer hunt with an old british .303. the safeties are reversed on these. When he came in from hunting he laid the gun ,at his backdoor, in the utilty room, down beside the washer and dryer. Somehow he managed to pull the trigger and the safety wasnt on because it was a reverse so he actaully had it on fire. Shot right though the washer and dryer. Could have been much worse
 
Done a lot of stupid things over the years, some I will never fess up to! One that comes to mind happened a couple of years ago on my Polaris 600 while out riding with a bunch of teenagers. We were rideing in the woods then would hit the black top in search of more trails, well on the black top that is where I would take advantage of all that horsepower and leave the boys behind, feelling pretty cocky out front. Now here I am tapped out at 65mph coming into a pretty sharp curve, starting to get setup by shiffting my weight to the inside, start into the curve only to find out why it sais on the tires "Not approved for highway use"! Well I was a turnin, but the fourwheeler was not a respondin! I am sure some of you can relate when I say, that is when things went into slow motion! Here comes the sign on the other side of the road, took it out. Shot across a nasty ditch only to meet a 12 foot bank, and thats when things got blurry! After all said and done, that stupid stunt cost me a serious sprained ankle, a hyper extended knee, road rash that still reminds me to this day, and 2500.00 in repaires to the fourwheeler! OUCHHHHH! Oh and all this while not wearing a helmet!
 
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Done a lot of stupid things over the years, some I will never fess up to! One that comes to mind happened a couple of years ago...



That part right there cracked me up... /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grinning-smiley-006.gif
 
"We were rideing in the woods then would hit the black top in search of more trails, well on the black top that is where I would take advantage of all that horsepower and leave the boys behind, feelling pretty cocky out front."

Everybody I know that has (or had!) a big fast ATV has done that in one way or another. One guy sailed off a pretty impressive cliff because he just had to show everyone how fast his new 4 wheeler was and pass everybody. He almost did too. But he ruined the rest of his ride and those of us that had to wait for Life Flight to pick him up.

I'm sticking with my Honda Rancher. It just fast enough for me, and I'm never tempted to show off with it.
 
Didn't unload my gun one time when I got home. A couple days later went out for a walk and when I went to load the magazine a round fell out. It made me feel sick in my stomack because I handled the gun the day before in the house.
Everytime I do something stupid I learn a lesson. I've learned many lessons driving and if I didn't change those habits I probably wouldn't be here now. Ultimate respect for high lift jacks now too. Ryan
 
rusty first thing OUCH i cant stop LMAO that is one of the funniest stories ive ever heard i cant stop laughing i would have loved to been there to cheer you on i bet you were singin soprano when the jewels smashed into the limb i cant even type right now im laughing so hard Ron
 
Well, its not dumb in a dangerous sense, but it was kinda dumb I guess. One day out coyote hunting and we weren't seeing anything so we decided to walk around and look for something to shoot. I had my .30-30 Marlin (only gun I had at the time), and I was using hollow-point rounds. I came upon a tweety bird, just sitting there 10 feet away staring at me. He was looking at me kinda funny, so I had to kill him. So I aimed up at him and squeezed the trigger, and after the shot there (I was looking through the scope) was nothing there so I figured that I missed him and he flew away. Then I look up at the branch and there's feathers all over the place. The only piece I found was a little tiny chunk of flesh with a couple tail feathers sticking out of it. So I sit there for all wide-eyed for a couple seconds and then just start cracking up(I was only like 14 or so).
 
Well, it wasnt the first nor the last time that The Twins got smacked, but it was the most memorable I think. I guess that it could have been worse. And I suppose that no long run damage as I did manage to have a couple of kids later on after I got married.

It took a few more years, but I did finally give up the booze. Took me more than hits to my best friends to realize that maybe drinking and me did not get along all that well.
 
Well, it wasnt the first nor the last time that The Twins got smacked LMAO again im gonna fall out of my chair, that was my next ? if you have kids Ron my foot slipped off a treestand step about 10 years ago and the one below me stopped me pretty quick it wasnt funny at all then, you keep smacking the twins you will be down to a single battered and bruised jewel not jewels lol Ron
 
I used to duck hunt a lot by myself. I launched my skiff, made sure the gun was secured and the dekes were tied town, and away I went.

I reached down to pat my lab on his head and....Doh! I left him in the truck! I had to turn around and go back to the dock and when I got to the truck, he looked at me like [beeep]?
 
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