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, 1 reply)

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)