Not Me

But my brother - and it's not really a Darwin story as he wouldn't have been killed.

Bro was in the army in charge of a lab that repaired radio relay equipment. When he wasn't on exercise or out in the field providing comms for teh bullet-stoppers (infantry), this was his day-to-day job.

They didn't have much to do.

So, one guy brought in his, legal, pump-action shotgun to fix. It wasn't feeding rounds properly and was jamming when you tried to pump a new round.

So he took it to bits and fixed the problem. To test it he'd weighted a bunch of old shotgun shells with wax and he fed them into the gun.

Then:

Shuck-Shuck CLICK!

Shuck-Shuck CLICK!

Shuck-Shuck CLICK!

Yay! It was all working perfectly.

So my bro, the boss (ranking NCO), asks for a go.

Loading the gun with a bunch of shells he pulled it to his shoulder and:

Shuck-Shuck CLICK!

and an empty shell spins across the floor

Shuck-Shuck CLICK!

and an empty shell spins across the floor

Shuck-Shuck BOOM!

And a fucking huge hole appears in the wall as an empty shell case spins, smoking, across the floor.

One of the guys in the lab next door poked his head through the hole and said:

"You're fucked"

And he was. 2k fine and a drop in rank.


Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Wed 18 Feb 2009, 13:13, 2 replies)

That Brings To Mind...
A Firing Range, back in the days when 8 shot Pump Action/Semi Auto Shotties were readily available on a Shotgun Licence, and the entertaining shooting discipline known as 'Practical' Shotgun was big business.

Practical involves pop up targets, diving behind things, running around and generally shooting the crap out of various targets in a very noisy manner. Lots of fun.

However, when you had passed the last target, naturally you had to clear and make safe your enormous 12 bore Boomstick.

Our hero, lets call him Spas (as that's what he was allegedly using) thinks he has finished the course with four rounds left in the weapon.

(I'll use another sound effect here as Legless'd probably sue)

Clack Clack
Clack Clack
Clack Clack
Clack Clack...(the trigger is then pulled to 'ease springs')

'Click?'

Nope.

BOOOOOOOOOM.

'Oh Fuck'

'Sorry mate'

To the bloke twenty feet away who had just collected a legful of shot.






(This is obviously an urban myth, honest. In fact, I think it never happened. In fact, I am sure that the story has been surgically implanted by the Giant Space Lizards, definitely Officer)
(osok Rebel without a clue, Wed 18 Feb 2009, 15:45, closed)

Fucking hell
Ahhhhh, the mention of a Franchi SPAS has made me go all misty-eyed. I wanted one with a folding stock soooooo much.


For sporting reasons, obviously.
(Rsoles, Wed 18 Feb 2009, 19:57, closed)