Have you ever been shot? How? Why? Where?
 

I was. In the foot with a 22 cal. I was 11 years old and my best friend snuck his 22 out w/o his dad knowing. We were walking and he had his finger on the trigger. It went off and the round landed just under the arch of my foot. I actually had more dirt and rock debris than lead in it but it all hurt the same. He was crying harder than I was when his dad found out what had happened.
Fast forward many years. We'd spend summers on my grandparents farm in Iowa. We knew we weren't to play in the neighbors barn but did it anyway. The cranky old goat unloaded a round of rock salt at our backsides as we fled. Damn that hurt too.

I was shot at several times but hit only once. Last LA riots, looters had broken into a Big 5 sporting goods store. I chased them out and stayed there for 3 days to prevent the firearms and ammunition from being stolen. Hit in the right forearm.

Yup,
Little old lady with a 12ga. (I think) full of rock salt. That crap burns for a very long time. I never used her yard as a shortcut again. :)

When I was in junior high school, a friend of mine and I were stealing holly from this old lady's yard to sell door-to-door. I looked over and saw her creeping up on us with what looked like a .45 in her hand. I signalled my friend to run, and could hear her say "Stop or I'll shoot!" as we we bolting. I felt a sting in the back of my calf as I was leaving her yard, but kept running. Turned out to only be a red welt, so I guess she only had a pellet gun...

When i was in my early 20's my best friend was playing with a 22 LR round.
He threw it across the street and when it hit the ground or curb or whatever it went boom. Darned rim-fires anyway.
I immediately felt something hot on my left hip and then saw a little bit of blood. The round had glanced off my hip and left about a 3/8" cut. not all that deep but it bled for a while.
We decided the best thing to do at that time was to drink beer.
I still have a little scar from it. Does that count?

I'm pretty well shot right now. It was a long day.

Guy I know, a gun smith no less, accidentally shot himself in the Johnson and now he pee's sideways. Can't take a joke about it either ;-)

i had a 9mm slug go into my water bed (hey, it was the early 80s) about 1.5' behind me. I was on the bed chopping lines and a buddy had his 9mm. He gave it to another friend to check out, first dropping the clip out.

Unfortunatley he didn't clear the one in the pipe. Friend pulls the trigger with it pointed towards the bed in my general direction. After I changed my underwear I had to fix the hole in the bed.

Ahh, those were the days...

My brother is now a detective in Ann Arbor, MI and he was shot while going to Eastern Michigan University. He was shot by a drug dealer while he was working security and the pellets hit him in the abdomen and almost killed him. That was in 1983... he said it hurt like hell, at least until he went into shock.

Growing up we played "army" with bb guns. Never had anything worse than a welt (actually had some rock salt under the skin a few times) but I did end having to dig a few out of other participants.

In close combat we used roman candles taped to the barrels of the guns. Those can leave some nasty bruises

I accidentally shot myself in the lower calf with a pellet gun when I was 22 years old. We're not talking a Crossman K-mart special, I'm talking a .22 airgun made for small game.
I was trying to clear out a colony of chipmunks from under a porch, and the only access to the area under the porch was through a hatch through which you had to lower yourself about 4 feet. I had just winged a chipmunk who had subsequently run under the porch, and I had reloaded before descending through the hatch to find him and finish him off. I put the airgun down on the porch decking to lower myself down, and slipped a little bit and subsequently pulled the trigger.
My first thought was that I was awfully lucky to be wearing old WWII vintage jump boots with full leather uppers which surely had stopped the pellet. Then I started bleeding through the hole in the boots.
I drove myself to the hospital, and the xrays revealed that the projectile had not only gone through the boots, it had gone all the way down to my bone. With the aid of novicaine, what appeared to be needle nose pliers, and some gross sound effects the ER doc fished it out.

Around age 7 at a family reunion, my brother got me with a .177 air rifle to the cuticle on the right hand thumb. That hurt. To save my bros arse, I said I had been stung by a bee.

Yep, about 2 inches below the Johnson on my right thigh with a .177 pellet rifle. The rule was no more than two pumps...pretty sure he exceeded that rule by at least 8.

OMG!!! Talk about memories! We used to do the same thing (roman candles & bottle rockets)...Got hit under the arm while wearing a jacket that obviously had quite a bit of plastic in the thread, broke oout into a giant fireball quickly. Had to shed it in a hurry. Like most others, the typical BB/.177 wound...thank God nothing more serious.

12 gauge shotgun from about 10 feet. Pellets in chest and arm. Hell they even dug wadding out of me. Mortar fragments in the abdomen. Gunshot right leg. Grenade fragment almost took my right hand off. Other than that nothing worth mentioning.

the "HORROR".............the "HORROR"!

yeah we had BB gun wars. but we were smart enough (?) to wear sunglasses to protect our eyes. during the summers we would build forts, tree forts and dig below ground forts(cool temps). had this one fort that was dug out in ground and had tunnel to alley about 6-8 ft deep and maybe 20 ft long. had places to hide stuff and little cubbies to stash ourselves. on the main hole in ground had 4 4x4 posts and plywood on top covered with dirt and large shooting ports.

well one day the enemy attacked................and we ran out of BB's! they didnt know that as we were crapping our pants. out of nowhere an idea of desperation, took shape. shoot back with the dreaded and i mean DREADED FUNNELATOR! just picture large coffee can attached to 2 pieces of thick surgical tubing. a la giant slingshot! 2 guys holding ends and 1 guy loading grapefruits(low velocity) and tangerines(high velocity). so we started lobbing fruit at them the enemy and this just pissed them off more. our escape tunnel that lead out to alley was uncompromised so we could get plenty more fruit. so the siege began.................!

well our determined foe couldnt make any headway with a frontal assault. we were holding them pretty good. an few BB's here and there thru shooting ports, rocks, dirt clods etc. well after awhile of them getting nailed in torso by the DREADED FUNNELATOR and being stopped in their frontal assault, they became bound and determined to rid the planet of our pesky arses.

well to make a long story short................the next thing we know their are FLAMES COMING THRU SHOOTING PORTS! the enemy had nailed top of fort with MOLOTOV COCKTAILS! which if i remember correctly is against ALL GENEVA WAR CONVENTION RULES! (at least in our neighborhood)

we all got nailed in one way or another.........rolled around to smother flames and bailed out the escape tunnel with our lives!

moral to story................had to explain to folks how most of my hair and eye brows were somewhat burned!

i'll take a BB ROUND ANYDAY!

true story.............i cant make this crap up! LOL!

^^^WOW! Y'all were serious!^^^

Does anyone else besides me remember the BB "machine guns" that ran on a can of R12 (bought by the box from Western Auto for 99cents/can)...talk about cyclic rate! Damn, I guess the only thing we were killing was the ozone layer?

Well, growing up, we had woods with a creek & lots of cool trails, pretty good size area too, well a guy who was about 5 years older. This guy thought it was fun to shoot his 4/10 shot gun at us in the woods, we were very lucky he never hit any one. Then, when I was 18 or 19, I was going for a ride on one of my BMX race bikes (I still do this, at age 41) and some guys in a truck pulled over jumped out, pointed what looked like a 38 and shot me directly in the chest:eek: Turned out to be a salt load, and it burned like hell, not to mention scared the hell out of me. This was just the way red necks like to have fun. :mad:

Yes, those were cool!!

+1 No real harm, still shook me up, real glad for eyewear though.