Hey!! I pulled off a Triple!!!!

Originally posted by gundy
It was a mild sunny day, slight breeze from the east, everything was quite still really. The strret was fairly quiet for a Sunday, a few dogs could be heard barking in the distance, but other than that, a beer opening was about all else that made a sound.

I was drunker than a skunk and fitting some new mudflaps, but, due to lack of thinking straight and being totally sh!tfaced, I had to trim the tops of them so as they would fit properly. I did try a Top's knife, I think you guys call them an crappy knife, but it simply broke due to the thickness of the material and my shear brute strength. I thought that my LMF would do a nicer job, so I grabbed one more beer and started to put on the rubber. But, I was cutting the wrong way! Towrds my hand which was wrapped around my whanky!

..tune in...for the next episode of..."#$%^, darl! I just cut my @#$% finger off! Call the bartender, quick!"

:)

it hurt...it hurt alot. Hey, do you think I would take off in a swigging contest? ;)
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gundy you have gone over the edge on with this post. i do believe every word you wrote though. you must temper your drinking a bit before you come to the states. careful man, you only have one liver!!:( :(
 
i agree, the first story guy told was BS! his wife emailed me the event just as she witnessed it.

sorry guy, it's time you straighten up!:D
 
This is why ALL sharp pointed things should be outlawed along with ALL of those EVIL Guns....:footinmou
 
Hey, I haven't drank a beer for years! Honest!

Yeah, thats how it happened, damn mudflaps...remember kiddies, never ever cut towards your hand, gundy was lucky, you, may not be.
 
yep, the 'Darwin Award'. lol!

as a famous yellow friend would say...."Doh!":footinmou
 
Hi,
These are the funniest stories I have heard in a long time.I read Rainmakers first and printed it out for a buddy.Then when I read the rest I couldn't stop laughing.The killer was when I read the real Gundy story.The Gerber MK II story is good also.
A friend under pretty much the same influence brought in his Remington 700 in .30-06 to show another one night.Well Lud handed David(who was way passed out in a chair)the rifle and guess what bang thru the wall and out to who knows where,never heard if the bullet hit anything and it was a crowded neighborhood.Next house was maybe 30 feet away.No one got hurt.Funny thing is no one else in the house woke up and the neighbors never said a word.Another night some guys where playing chiken with a Buck 110 and one thru it thru the others foot stuck in as I remember.Those 2 storys happened around 25 years ago.
One night when I had a Spyderco Rescue in my pocket and was crouched down and needed my knife-so pull out knife snap blade,and I brought the edge down on my Levis goes right thru and into leg 3 inside and 3 outside stiches.I cut near the tip the other night on the choil of a BM,I don't know what I was doing but I think I just sort of moved my index finger...anyway it cut and I felt that right away.I'm sure I will have more cuts.Lots of fun these knives and guns to.Hey keep up these posts.I just found these tonight.I'm on Busse and SRKW forum but didn't realize the forums here.I always check out the buy and sell.I had a great laugh on these Thank's.
 
I can't come up with a decent cuttin' story... but if you can picture this... I did see the resulting holes...

I traded a Paraordnance P-12 to a friend of mine who grew up hunting in Montana... you know, that place where they belive Gun Control is hitting what you aim at?

Well, he came home one night after a few beers at a local chain of fine dining we call Hooters here in Seattle and decided he wanted to examine his new aquisition... He racked the slide, without ejecting the magazine first. Upon realizing he now had a loaded and cocked .45 in his hand, he thought he'd lower the hammer and put the gun down... And he thought he'd do that by grasping the hammer as he pressed the trigger...

Yup, the first shot went off in his living room, traveling thru the door to his garage, passing within an inch of his Honda 650's gas tank and embedding itself in his old child car seat...

Wait... I said triple didn't I...

Well, it didn't work the first time, so for safty sake, he decided to aim it at the floor and try again...


Yeah, the first round went into the floor between his feet... and the recoil shocked him so that he pulled the trigger again out of reflex!:eek: Two bullet holes in the floor at his feet and one in the garage door at about waist level! :D


At that point, he decided to put the gun down, wait and see if the cops showed up and then went to bed so he could figger the thing out in the mornin'!:rolleyes:

And the funniest thing is that nobody in his neighborhood ever said anything and nobody called the police!:( I'm not sure I want to live in his neighborhood, and I do know that I don't let him play with anything dangerous when he's been drinkin' and I'm around!
 
Good Evening All-

Wow, choose SAFE friends and family arounds guns & knives! Those are some wild stories...

~ Blue Jays ~
 
Ok I've got a story! I just now read this thread and I have to reply!!

About 4 years ago when I still lived with my dad I was wrestling my brother and his friend in the front yard. This went on for about 2 hours. I don't know how but somehow we ended up inside in a water fight. (Dad was at work!)

My brother and his friend went downstairs while I was filling up my water gun and I didn't know it. I went looking for them and I heard them in the kitchen downstairs. So of course I thought I'd be sneaky and go out my brothers bedroom window, go out back, and surprise them. When I opened the kitchen door and started spraying them, my brothers friend jumped and spun around. He had a butchers knife in his hand and when I scared him he somehow fell forward and stabbed me in the side.

This is not a little stab.......it went about 2 inches into my side. Remember butcher knives are huge! I have a scare on my side about 2 inches long and about 1/2 inch wide.

I have lots of other stories but I think this one tops them. Well, besides being thrown through the front, all glass door, and breaking both arms at the same time!! LOL!!

~Kassi~
 
Originally posted by Blade Babe
I was wrestling my brother and his friend... for about 2 hours
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two hours:eek: :cool: :p you have lots of endurance BB:cool:

that must have been a bad cut you got:( remember if you ever need to fix the scar on you side i do really good plastic surgery, i'll have a quick look at blade and give you a estimate... oh hell, you've been so kind to me i'll do it for free:p :D
 
Originally posted by Blade Babe
About 4 years ago when I still lived with my dad I was wrestling my brother and his friend in the front yard. This went on for about 2 hours. I don't know how but somehow we ended up inside in a water fight. (Dad was at work!)

My brother and his friend went downstairs while I was filling up my water gun and I didn't know it. I went looking for them and I heard them in the kitchen downstairs. So of course I thought I'd be sneaky and go out my brothers bedroom window, go out back, and surprise them. When I opened the kitchen door and started spraying them, my brothers friend jumped and spun around. He had a butchers knife in his hand and when I scared him he somehow fell forward and stabbed me in the side.

This is not a little stab.......it went about 2 inches into my side. Remember butcher knives are huge! I have a scare on my side about 2 inches long and about 1/2 inch wide.

I have lots of other stories but I think this one tops them. Well, besides being thrown through the front, all glass door, and breaking both arms at the same time!! LOL!!

~Kassi~
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Man what a visual I got from this one. BB, you're one tough gal! Two broken arms at the same time? That would make it kind of hard to wipe your...nevermind. Remind me never to piss you off if ever I meet you. Did Jerry put you in charge of collections too? Anyone that can take that kind of abuse needs to think about that line of work.

I hate to admit this one. I lived in my grandparents basement when I got out of college. I used to do a lot of dry firing practice with my Glock 21. Well after one afternoon session of practice I returned a full mag of 200 Gr Speer Gold Dots and racked the slide to make it ready in case a horde invaded my basement sanctuary. I had a total brain fart and decided to have one more pull on that trigger. Well the old 21 was pointed right between me feet (barely). It belched forth a column of fire and smoke, tore through a pepper shaker (not INFI mind you), tore through my coffee table, slammed into the concrete floor, mushroomed and bounce back into the base of the coffee table finally coming to a stop in the base. I am surprised I didn't fill my shorts. My ears are ringing like hell, the air is filled with pepper from the shaker I destroyed (don't ask why I had it there). I dropped the mag and racked the slide to clear it. Threw the damned thing on the bed and tried my level best to calmly go upstairs to see if either of my grnadparents heard anything. Well the old man wasn't up there, but my poor invalid grandmother was sitting in her recliner. She looked at me and asked if I had heard a gun shot. Of course I said I hadn't heard a thing, which was poartially true since my ears were ringing so bad I could hardly think. I told her something must have fallen over in the basement and I would go check it out. She asked if I was alright and of course I said sure why wouldn't I be. Might have had something to do with the bullets I was sweating. She knew damned well i was lying, but God rest her soul she didn't say a thing to the old man, that I know of.

Remember kids there is no such thing as an "accidental" discharge, just stupid and irresponsible gun handling that I was damned luck to have walked away from. I wasn't even drinking!
 
BB...Sometimes I think about stabbing you too;)

Maybe we can talk about it at Blade, after dinner, after you've had several drinks, alone by the Jacuzzi.;) :D

Maybe you'de better bring Shaggi along with you just in case you have a hard time keeping me in line, I'm sure the two of you can handle me.:D :cool:
 
You guys would have a heart attack if you knew how much crap my brother put me through!!

~Two broken arms
~Cement block from the road thrown on my head(stitches)
~Thrown through glass door(stitches)
~Shot with BB Gun
~Stabbed in the side
~Shot with Bow and Arrow in the foot
~Fractured my ankle playing football
~Fell off roof

This is just a start!! This is from the age of 2nd grade-17 years old! My brother was the cause of all this stuff. Memories:)
 
Hi,
Brothers-I have 2 one 9 years older and one 15 months older.The oldest used to shoot us both with BB guns and stuff like that.All 3 of us had dart fights upstairs,I must have been about 6 or 7 and can remember pulling a dart from my arm,thats about all from that I remember.Once on the back stairs 15 month older brother 2 handed pushed me I went flying and the cellar bulhead doors where open so I fell down into the cellar and landed on my ass.About a 15 foot push and it hurt.Brothers I can relate to you Kassie.Need 2 more ages 46 and 54?We had a wood stove in the kithchen it was on a big slab of cement.My Dad was always stubbing his toe,not funny unles it's not your toe.Dad asked me to trim a branch off a piece of wood that wouldn't fit the stove door.Well we had the wood on the back stairs(same ones I got pushed from)and I had a bow saw and was sawing holding wood with one hand and the branch with the other problem was the branch was pointing down and the saw jumped right into my right thumb still have a god scar.Dad says I new that was going to happen but didn't say anything in time.Heres another pretty good one the 3 of us where in the woods in Vermont I think we where sneaknig a smoke and drink,Rich had a baseball hat on and Bob (the oldest)with the BB gun says hey lets see if I can shoot that off your head,so he puts muzzle under brim and shoots BB bounces back into Richs head.My parents noticed the mark and said whats that and the rest is now faded away from me.My frien Paul found a .22 shell and had the Brainstorm of hey pliers,.22 shell,hammer.No kidding he put the .22 round in the plier jaws and held tight and used the hammer for the firing pin well he ended up with a piece of something stuck in his forehead.I always laugh and smile when I think of that,I wasn't there at the time but we where around 12 years old and he should have known better.Well I have to go. Hey do you think Quint from Jaws is going to post later.
 
One time when my little brother (3 years my junior) was probably close to 8 or so, we were goofing around a construction project in the yard. We were on a plank at opposite ends and I had a shovel in hand. I took that damned thing and came down with it like I was chopping wood, the problem was before I could interrupt the stroke, little bro ran towards me. I cut clean through his big toe so it was just hanging by a little skin. As I write this, I am damned lucky I didn't bury that friggin' thing in the poor sh!t's head. It was many years ago, but I still can't help but feeling sick with guilt about it. Hell, I could have killed him. I thought my dad was pissed about the toe, imagine the butt chewing I would have gotten if I'd have split him like cord wood. I figure when I am old and stuck in a wheel chair or something, the little **** will run over me with his car or something. He has a nasty habit of holding a grudge and then nailing you when you aren't looking.
 
Originally posted by Blade Babe
You guys would have a heart attack if you knew how much crap my brother put me through!!

~Two broken arms
~Cement block from the road thrown on my head(stitches)
~Thrown through glass door(stitches)
~Shot with BB Gun
~Stabbed in the side
~Shot with Bow and Arrow in the foot
~Fractured my ankle playing football
~Fell off roof

This is just a start!! This is from the age of 2nd grade-17 years old! My brother was the cause of all this stuff. Memories:)
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thats a lot of punishment for a gril:eek: i hope you have better luck this year and make it to 18 years safe and sound:) be careful as i hate to drink alone at blade03:D
 
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