Have you ever been shot?

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Mitch B.

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Last weekend in a check station parking lot, a guy came in from hunting and said he had been shot. He said he was sitting in his tree stand and heard a shot go off about 500 yards from his stand and a few seconds later he heard something coming though the short tree tops and hit him in the left side of his chest. He had the welt to prove it and the hook on his carhart bibs had a big dent in them where the bullet had hit him. It didn't go into the skin but man it was welted up black and blue big as a softball. Craziest thing I have ever heard or seen.

I've never had it that bad but dove and pheasant hunting I've had pellets raining down on me before.
 
My brother-in-law went on a dove hunt last year with his boss. His boss's daughter shot him in the back and neck with #7 field load from about 25 yards. Luckily he wasn't seriously hurt, but my sister got to pick shot out of him for days. He got a promotion and raise soon after.
 
Caught a 9mm to my thigh while I was helping out at the range while the agents were qualifying with their handguns. I was BEHIND the line of fire 15 yds and I got SMACKED hard. To say I was startled was putting it lightly. Left a nasty bruise and nasty welt.
 
While elk hunting in Colorado, I heard a very loud, angry buzzing sound go past my head. A few moments later, I heard the report from the rifle. I had no way to tell how close the bullet came to me.........but it was close enough.
 
Dani, you got hit with what!? You mean a bullet that bounced back from down range?

I shot my little sister once. She was always following me around, bugging me and I shot her in the leg with a piece of wheat from my pellet gun. I realized right away what a bad idea that was and begged her to not tell Mom. She didn't learn though, and I had to hang her in trees more than once after that to get her to stop tagging along.

Mike
 
I was hunting opening day a couple years ago and had a yahoo across the swamp who we didn't see until he fired the shots. He was hiding in some cattails, no decoys, no nothing. We were on a point with head lamps on, arranging decoys and the whole lot and weren't real quite until shooting time. Hard for me to see how he couldn't have known we were right across from him. Anyhow, legal time comes and a few mallards pitch into our decoys. This clown pops out from the cattails and lets 3 shots go. I have no idea how my buddy or I walked away without any pellets, but I could hear them cutting the wind as they whistled by my head. We could hear all the pellets hitting the brush and trees behind us.

Dani, whats the story behind the 9mm?
 
luckily I.ve never been hit, had a couple close calls though.
Both time I was archery hunting first time I was in the woods and heard the AK type rifle sounding off and then the bullets start wizzing through the tree leaves around me, Hide behind a big tree and wait till it stops and run like HELL...
second time the farmers kid starts shooting his semi auto pistol while I'm in a treestand and the bullets start wizzing through the trees around me again wait til he stops get out of the tree and get outta there...

I have been sprinkled with shot while dove hunting but thats minor
 
I caught a couple of loads of lead #4s back when I was a teenager, from about 40 yards or less. No fun. I actually shot the fool back, as we'd told him he was too close when he got there. First diver on the deck came right between us. I don't feel bad about shooting back at him, but I've always felt bad because I figure I hit his dog some, too...and it wasn't his fault. OTT, I don't recall anything but some close calls. I did see a fella a few months back that caught a round from his .45 at the pistol range...bounced back off a plate support or something and hit him above the temple...nice goose egg and gash, but didn't penetrate.
 
most of you have heard this story... but my friend/client was shot ( 7 #2's...in his body, two in his arm) and three docs voted on amputating his arm and the lone doc from Russia who had performed numerous surgeries in the Afghan war... tried to save it... and he did... suffice it to say... people really do get shot and safety must always be top o' mind when hunting.
 
Sure have , got nail two weeks ago on Saturday . I was with a friend hunting stocked pheasants on a WMA.
We were walking up a dirt road to a field , a guy and his dog are coming down the road at us, a rooster walks out on the road , The guy sends his dog after the bird , the bird gets up and flies right at us . This idiot fires at the pheasant and misses the bird , I take the full load from around 125 yards (face, chest, legs ) There was no penetration but boy did it smart. The jackass turned and went the other way.


I also have a number 6 shot pellet in my shin from a rabbit hunt .
 
yup ,if you hunt hi hunter populations you will get hit sooner or later one opening day i got a face full of pretty near spent lead pellets one chipped the bottom of my front tooth ,me being a dummy turned around to see who the hell had sneaked in behind my set in the dark ,he didnt know i was there either ,i yelled he hit me and he appologized till the cows came home and left ,i had a glorious morning getting my limits in a thunder and lighting storm,,,
then caught the afternoon classes and the pop quiz a bunny hugger teacher pulled whne he found out where i was ,i aced it lol

shermie...


oh and how could i forget 2 other times one a pellet in the ass from playing war when we were kids,and also a load of roack salt while in a tree stealing apples cripes that hurt ......right in the ass too.....
 
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Yep, years ago while stationed in Louisiana a friend and I took a friend and his grandson (first timer) duck hunting in flooded timber. Had some mallards come in and while I was retrieving them, my friend and his friend were talking and sipping coffee. Little did they know the grandson (age 12) saw some ducks circle above. I was about 30 yards away, turned to return with the duck and saw the barrel jump up looking right at me. As I think about it, it was almost like the cartoon, the barrel of that gun looked like a cannon. I don't think I got the word No out of my mouth when I spun around and took 6 pellets in the back of the head, one through my left ear that continued through and broke my glasses. I was actually wearing the first year of the Columbia Quad Parka, I shrugged my shoulders and the jacket took most of the hit (not a paid endorsement). This earned my the nick name "Turtle neck" anyway, the pellets were removed, glasses replaced, somewhere I still have the jacket, grandpa kicked the butt of the grandson and my friend and I remain best friends till this day. We never hunted with those folks again, we laugh about it now, but I do use it as a lesson when hunting with anyone I've never hunted with before. Safeties on, guns down...and I own a great dog to do the retrieving.

Bill V

PS that young man is now serving with the US Navy in the Persian Gulf. God Bless You Cory.
 
Yes I have as a bouncer in the shoulder - not fun. But my last hunt in Canada had the guy in my goose huntingparty put a load of 3" steel through his foot at point blank range. I took care of him untill the mounties flew him out. My wife is an ICU RN and I now carry several of the quickclot sponges and some super glue (works great on wounds).
 
Had a close friend that was hunting hard and jumping shifts at work. Needless to say he was sleep deprived.

He stood up in a snow storm to shoot an incoming duck. The next thing he knows he has fallen over the barrel and takes a shot to the stomach and as he is falling backwards the gun fires again hitting him in the arm.

He had taken a first time hunter with him from his work, and the rookie was able to get him to shore and get some help.

My friend lived. To this day you can feel shot under his skin. The x-rays show massive amounts of shot in him and you can even see the "YKY" from the zipper on his coat that was driven into his stomach, They also found a mass of lead that is suspected to be a .22 bullet that may have been fired at his decoys and skipped into him, causing the falling on his gun.

All is well today, but the rookie never hunted ducks again!
 
Well, it was range day for the agents, and they had to qualify with their weapons. I was out helping the Firearms Instructors...you know grunt stuff....replace targets, fetch ammo, push the buttons to move the targets facing at them or side views, etc etc. Anyway, I was back behind the firing line, holding the remote and pushing the buttons as the Instructor had me do. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something flash, and then BAM!!!!!! My thigh is now HOT and i feel like I've been hit by a walnut being shot out of a slingshot. I look down. No blood (for which I was happy about), and somewhat confused I'm looking around everywhere on the ground for what might've hit me. THe bullet was lying at my feet and I picked it up and it was HOT. I caught a ricochet from a 9mm (and there were only four agents out there that used a 9mm) in my thigh.........that made for some long discussion at the next range day about safety and things that can happen, no matter how unlikely they seem. A nasty bruise and a hard lump from being shot was all I got out of it.....I still have the bullet somewhere around here....
 
Had an arrow hit something I was carrying while bowhunting in Louisiana. I was walking out of the woods carrying a tree stand and bow and maybe someting else too. This happened in the late '80's so don't really remember. But since I knew the logging road like the back of my hand I wasn't using any kind of light. It was after dark and just as I got to within maybe 40 yards of the vehicle at the main road, I hear someone release their bow. In about one second I realized who it probably was and since it was dark that I stood just as good a chance of surviving by not moving as be jumping. Then the arrow hit. I never was able to determine what it hit except that it wasn't me. I felt the impact but the adrenalin must have blocked out any other perceptions. I jumped about 10 feet it seemed. The arrow was laying on the ground right by my foot prints.
The guy who shot saw movement, so took a shot, even though it was almost total dark. And he was standing next to my vehicle. He had been a roommate while we were in college and after that we never hunted together again.
 
Dove hunting. The yelling across the field of low bird didn't matter to the guy that peppered my boss and I. I got the worst hit in the arm and even though I thought I kept a level head about the situation I have never been invited back to that hunt.
 
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