Yes.
It sucked.
I got better.
Twice where the rounds actually contacted flesh. One a .25 to the left upper thigh(grazed) but took out a nice groove of flesh. Second .38 to the right arm just above the antecubital space laterally.
Twice hit in armor/vest, nothing to tell except my ribs and chest hurt like a bitch afterwards. Note to self always wear a plate if you can with soft armor.
Luckily I haven’t been shot.
Most of the people I know that have been shot were self inflicted as the result of unsafe gun handling.
I know people that have shot themselves in the legs, and even one who shot themselves in a ‘man part’, all unintentionally of course. Maybe it’s a local thing around here, but the people I know were clearing their guns in a car when it happened.
Shot? No.
Stabbed? Yes. In the left forearm.
Managed to miss anything vital as well as the tendons (although you could see them moving which was simultaneously engrossing and nauseating).
It took a couple months before it was really healed and left numbness between the wound and wrist for some years after.
Shot at. Not hit. Changed underwear.
Thanks for posting this Tim. Thats a crazy story for sure!
Ive never been shot, and pray to God I never am. Hopefully I cn live by the gun, and die by old age.
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Nothing serious but maybe the incident below was my “warning shot”.
My Uncle Tony was a gun nut and every few years when we would visit, he would give my brother and I some neat stuff. (Rifle grenades, mortars, bayonets, …).
Well on one trip he gave us a Sheridan Blue Streak Air Rifle with some stick-on exploding targets. I was up early the next morning and decided I was going to hit one of those targets. So, I stuck one of the targets on a telephone pole. I pumped the Sheridan up, shot missed, moved closer, pumped up, shot and missed, moved a little closer, (now I’m about 10’ away,) pumped up, shot and missed the target but that cotton pickin’ pellet bounced straight back hit me square in the nads and I crumpled to the ground.
I was by myself and just laid there a minute.
Thankfully, the pellet didn’t go through my jeans but the energy sure did. Learned a valuable lesson that morning.
Never could hit anything with that Sheridan…fear I guess. 
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LOL. I did the opposite, I was puckered so tight I doubt air could have gotten through there. Funny how quickly combat changes from an abstraction to cold reality.
Posted before. So here is the short version. I was shot in May 1997 when I was attempting to pick someone up for an FTA warrant for DUI/ DWLS.
Douchebag shot me at a distance of about 10 feet with a Colt .45. I was wearing a level IIIA vest with Spectrashield soft insert.
Douchebag was subsequently killed by the S.O after he fired at a deputy with his Colt AR15A2 that thankfully malfunctioned.
The next time I was shot (at) was in Iraq. Our Iraqi guards panicked when they saw our vehicle near their OP and they put a round into the windshield on the drivers side just right of the mirror. Thankfully it was up armored.
Almost. Negligent discharge put a .45 into my Civic during an attempted robbery at a Gas station. I didn’t draw my gun, because not only was I 19, but the Cops were like 40 yards away.
If it had been like 4’’ to the left it would have been my face, because I was leaning to grab my phone out of the center console, because I didn’t notice a robbery going on. I couldn’t see that well from the angle I was at. I didn’t panic bad when it happened, I just drove. It was an ‘‘Oh shit!’’ moment, but I didn’t realize the bullet hit my car until I was home.
The hole is still in my driver side door.
Got shot at by a National Guard unit in 2005 while on a dawn patrol. Our two convoys were approaching each other and I guess the lead truck didnt know what a group of Humvees looked like in the morning.
The front gunner let out a 10-15 round burst from his M240 from a distance of maybe 200 meters. I was gunning the lead truck of our convoy. Burst hit about20 feet in front and went off to the passenger side of the truck. Some ricochets hit the front of our truck but no direct hits.
We slammed on the brakes and when they rolled up my squad leader jumped out and gave an EPIC ass chewing to the gunner and LT in the other Humvee.
Ive been hit by pellets from a shotgun but not close enough to break the skin. Felt like a few bee stings or ants. Nothing more serious than that if you even want to call it being shot. Had a gun pulled on me in WA state in 2007, and a couple close calls in Iraq.
I hesitate to answer this thread, but here goes. If you want to get technical I’ve been shot 3 times. Twice by a firearm and once by a crossbow.
When I was 6-7yrs old my older brother and I were playing with a crossbow my Dad had brought back from Vietnam some years earlier. We were shooting at a box in the bedroom. It had bamboo bolts. Didn’t seem like much, but those suckers could fly! My older brother was screwing around and he shot me in the left thigh( this started a pattern). The bolt went in about 2inches and I plucked it out. I cried like hell and had a mini volcano in my leg for a couple of weeks.
Then my sophomore year in college, at Texas A&M Kingsville I was with some guy’s “dove hunting”. One of the guy’s shot me with a 12 gauge from about 20ft! I was looking the other way and he was dicking around with an older pump action Winchester he fired kept the trigger depressed and racked another round into the chamber as he was swinging around in a 180 under a branch. I never heard the blast, I thought someone blind sided me. My ears were ringing and everything went it slow motion. I remember trying to push myself up and looking at the back of my left hand…there was a red rivulet of blood oozing out of a hole in the middle of my hand. I turned it over and there was another identical stream of blood in the center of my palm. Then the pain hit me…it felt like a hot iron was inserted into my left leg. It hurt…it hurt like shit. I tried to get up but couldn’t get my leg under me. I remember the dipshit running up and asking what happened…like he didn’t know!
My buddies helped me up and held me under my arms and I tried to walk across the field to the truck. I kept telling them that there was something warm and squishy in my right boot. My left jeans leg was tattered/pockmarked from the top of my calf to the middle of my thigh. You could definitely tell that’s where I got shot. it bled, but not a whole lot. They couldn’t understand why I kept telling them my right foot burned and felt wet. I was wearing elephant skinned Tony Lamas and the insole looked a bit rough, but the skin looked fine ( I still have those boots by the way). They pulled my boot off and a puddle of blood poured out of it. My insole was torn up pretty good as well.
I had been leaning against a fence post pulling dirt off the bottom of my right boot with my foot bent over my left knee area half squatting ( I’m sure you all know the position) when I had been hit. The #7 shot hit my right foot, left leg and a bb went clean through my left hand. It took my a couple of months before I could walk without crutches. I still have about 20 or 30 BB’s in my left leg and another 10-15 in my right insole. I can actually feel a few of them, one under the skin on my left hamstring, one on my left shin, and a couple along the top bony portion of my right foot. I was on a partial football scholarship, which I lost when I was shot. I had to come home to San Antonio and recuperate.
Fast forward about 2.5yrs I went off to school again, Texas A&M Galveston. i lived at Avenue 0 and 30th with my girlfriend in a carriage house behind one of the old mansions in that area. That part of Galveston can go from a decent neighborhood to “da hood” in one or two blocks!
I was coming home from the Strand one night, I had 4X4 lifted Ford Bronco ( texas cadillac) and I was playing the music pretty loud. It was in Dec or January and I was just pulling up to my block when my back window “shattered” in. I stopped the truck and I noticed headlights behind me. I thought someone had thrown a rock. I jumped out and heard a whizzing buzzing sound by my head and then felt a “punch” in my left leg upper thigh ( see the pattern?) I then realized that some Bro was shooting a small caliber pistol at me. I jumped in my truck and the car backed away hauling ass in reverse. I drove home. I still didn’t know I had been shot in the leg. I was wearing jeans and a leather mid length coat. before I finish let me tell you that at the time I worked out and still do religiously and really worked out my legs ever since the shotgun accident. I’m about 6’3" and weighed in a 275+ all muscle.
When I got home I pulled my coat off and noticed my leg was sticky and there was a hole and dark stain on the my thigh. I immediately pulled my jeans down and noticed a red pucker on my thigh. It didn’t’ hurt and didn’t bleed a whole lot. I felt around it and could actually feel the bullet in the meat of my leg just under the skin. I took some rubbing alcohol, a nail file and some toenail clippers and dug into my leg. I pulled out a .22 rd it wasn’t even really deformed. I then doused my leg in hydrogen peroxide wrapped it and took some antibiotics. It was sore as hell and looked like an angry red eye socket for a few weeks. Like some of the other guy’s it has since disappeared to a small pucker that I can hardly even see. Since I’m not a hairy guy to begin with I don’t know if there a bald patch there or not.
Those are my stories. Whether you want to believe them or not. The only one I really have any proof over is the shotgun wound. I still have the x-rays showing the bb’s and all of the medical records. The other two times I never went to the hospital so there aren’t any records. I can tell you that the shotgun experience was no fun and was traumatizing. You don’t think that bird shot can Fuk you up, but I’m to tell you that within 10-12yds it can be devastating. IMO!
Thanks, for sharing, HK51fan, but why would you think we would not believe your stories?
Any idea why someone was shooting at you in Galveston? Just some asshole that didn’t like your big truck and loud music?
Getting hit while Dove hunting seems pretty common–as happened with Dick Cheney. 
I don’t think they liked the particular brand of music!
And I left out that I had a screen painted rebel flag on my back window.
While we’re doing to full disclosure I wasn’t the most “friendly” driver back then. I think it was a combination of my cockiness (size), music, rebel flag and that it was late on a weekend night so I’m sure there was some alchohol and/or drugs involved with the shooter, IMO. I didn’t drink very much myself. Not from some sense of morality I just really didn’t like the way hangovers felt. :bad:
As for the statement about belief, I guess I’m used to the looks of amazement/skepticism of people who don’t know me when I tell them the stories. Which was a lot more frequently 10yrs ago than it is now.
My friends I grew up with know about the stories and joke about me being a magnet, telling peoplle to stay away from my left leg and stuff…haha.
Been in many of a BBgun war. Was also peppered with bird shot twice in the same dove hunt. Was done by two different people.
Below is a picture of what I did to my 2nd toe while out deer hunting. I was 19 and in my 2nd year of college. Back then I didn’t own a tree stand sio I just climbed up into the best looking tree for the area I was hunting. So I’m up in this huge oak tree on the edge of a corn field. The base of this tree must have been at least 5ft around. About 15 ft up there are 2 huge branches that are right next to each other and go out towards the field at about a 45 degree angle. I shimmy up the tree and then pull my shotgun up with me by a rope. I’m standing with my back to the tree and each foot on a branch. Even at that height the trunk of the tree completely hides my body. I’ve got 00 buck shot in my shotgun. It’s cradled under my arm with the barrel pointing down. This shotgun is about 30 years old and was given to me by my step father. I had shot it before so I thought all was functioning properly. It was but I wasn’t and I didn’t have my safety on either. I hear something behind me and turn around to see what it was. Just like a dumbass I had my finger in the trigger well and while turning around I hit the butt of the shotgun up against the tree and drive it down. POW. OH SHIT!! I look down and there is a hole in the tip of my boot. I drop my gun out of the tree, yes like a dumbass, and I’m wondering if I shot a hole in my foot. I reach down and stick my finger in my boot. Warm and stick but not much blood. I climb out of my tree and sit down and take my boot off. I’m still not feeling a thing. Get my boot off and my 2nd toe is all mangled and my big toe and 3rd toe are burned really bad. Thankfully the end of the barrel was close enough that I only hit the 2nd toe and also the blast cauterized the wound basically shut. I get my boot back on and start about a 2 mile hike out of the woods. About 30 minutes after shooting myself the adrenaline wears off and I start to feel the pain. I’m only half way out of the woods and once I get into my car I’ve got about an hour ride to the closest hospital. I finally get to the hospital and go hobbling into the front entrance. They tell me I have to go back outside and drive around to the emergency room. They won’t put me into a wheel chair and wheel me through themselves. I get to the emergency room and then they make me wait almost an hour before being seen. If I would have had my shotgun I think I would have shot somebody then. Finally get seen, they shoot me up with demerol and then go to cleaning up my toe.
So that is my “I was an idiot and shot myself hunting story”
Look at the bright side. You have a foot that throws up the metal sign…and you have one less toenail to clip/get ingrown! :jester:
So true but I can no longer hang ten on a sweet wave! Hanging 9 is all I can muster these days. 
The good thing about it is that when it came time to give my kids the firearms safety talk I had a real life story to tell and show them what the consequences could be if they didn’t take what I was saying to heart.
Thats pretty crazy Watrdawg. Kinda crazy how it didnt do much to the other toes. I woulda thought a close range 12 guage blast would leave a wider wound profile and taken off a couple toes.
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WatrDawg…Dude…you should’ve shot that big toe off…that is one ugly toe. :lol:
Just joking, glad you survived. Ain’t it amazing how some of us managed to “make it through to now” in spite of ourselves?
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