Alkarii wrote:But as for my mishap, it was kind of funny. We were shooting at a target that sat higher than our position by just a couple feet, and the ground kind of sloped downwards a little in front of our position. Because of this, I had to angle it upwards quite a bit, meaning the only part of the rifle actually against my shoulder was the top corner of the stock.
Now, my dad said that you know you're positioned right in regards to the scope when you don't see any black in it (aside from crosshairs).
Right as I started pulling the trigger, the phrase "I have a bad feeling about this" played in my head. The recoil sent the back end of the stock against my shoulder, and at the angle it was at in relation to my shoulder, it was pushed down along the side of my chest.
Good thing I wasn't wearing my glasses...
You are far from the first to have done such a thing, and will be far from the last. I've never managed to do it to myself, but I've seen it more times than I can count. You should see when somebody does it with a big anti-matériel rifle.
Depending on the rifle, they could wind up with some facial fractures. Most of them don't have the same recoil reduction features that one will find in a Barrett rifle, which has a floating barrel supported by springs.
I feel bad for anyone doing that with one of the big 20mm antitank rifles... Probably put you in the ICU if you're lucky enough to survive it.
There is no such thing as a science experiment gone wrong.
It's that one at the dealership where my dad works. I'm gonna send as much money as I can to pay off the car, and my brother said that once he starts making money from welding, he's gonna help me with expenses while I go to welding school. Doing that could help me get a job that pays well enough that I could definitely have a place of my own, and maybe then I could actually consider looking for a girlfriend for the first time since high school.
There is no such thing as a science experiment gone wrong.
Alkarii wrote:It's that one at the dealership where my dad works. I'm gonna send as much money as I can to pay off the car, and my brother said that once he starts making money from welding, he's gonna help me with expenses while I go to welding school. Doing that could help me get a job that pays well enough that I could definitely have a place of my own, and maybe then I could actually consider looking for a girlfriend for the first time since high school.
I have great respect for the welders at my work. A good welder is an artist working with heat and metal to create something useful. I have dabbled with welding and it was not pretty when I did, so I stick with designing things to weld.
There is much to learn and it takes time to get good at it. But it is a job where you see your finished work and pride is the best teacher.
Alkarii wrote:Depending on the rifle, they could wind up with some facial fractures. Most of them don't have the same recoil reduction features that one will find in a Barrett rifle, which has a floating barrel supported by springs.
I feel bad for anyone doing that with one of the big 20mm antitank rifles... Probably put you in the ICU if you're lucky enough to survive it.
The occasion I was thinking of in particular was with a 20mm South African behemoth, though I forget the model number. Even at the best of times it's a monster to try to handle. The guy ended up with his protective glasses partially embedded in the top of his nose.
Alkarii wrote:I start a new job Monday morning! It pays $10/hr, and I'll get full time hours, plus overtime on occasion.
Hurrah on moving up in the tax brackets!
AnotherFairportfan wrote:Someone will be sorry to see the other tire go when they can replace it.
Have you tried giving it a good shove to get it rolling with its furry passenger in it?
Alkarii wrote:Depending on the rifle, they could wind up with some facial fractures. Most of them don't have the same recoil reduction features that one will find in a Barrett rifle, which has a floating barrel supported by springs.
I feel bad for anyone doing that with one of the big 20mm antitank rifles... Probably put you in the ICU if you're lucky enough to survive it.
The earlier Barrett had no such things... which is why I'm missing two molars. Still mastered the damn thing. And shouldering a 20mm will not cause that much damage if;
1) the weapon is proper weight for the cartridge and
2) you handle it properly
Biggest I ever fired was a 4 gauge flintlock- and I was only in the ER for three hours after they reduced the shoulder and stopped my mouth from bleeding... I think there were stitches, but my memory is a bit foggy for most of that day...
Rule 17 of the Bombay Golf Course- "You shall play the ball where the monkey drops it,"
I speak fluent Limrick-
the Old Sgt.
Sgt. Howard wrote:Biggest I ever fired was a 4 gauge flintlock- and I was only in the ER for three hours after they reduced the shoulder and stopped my mouth from bleeding... I think there were stitches, but my memory is a bit foggy for most of that day...
I'm getting the image of you doing an impression of MIB Agent J firing his little Noisy Cricket pistol, and immediately flying backwards across two rooms, through a plate-glass window, and into a dumpster.
Sgt. Howard wrote:Biggest I ever fired was a 4 gauge flintlock- and I was only in the ER for three hours after they reduced the shoulder and stopped my mouth from bleeding... I think there were stitches, but my memory is a bit foggy for most of that day...
I'm getting the image of you doing an impression of MIB Agent J firing his little Noisy Cricket pistol, and immediately flying backwards across two rooms, through a plate-glass window, and into a dumpster.
Naw- I did travel some fifteen feet backwards according to those who saw it... but there were (thankfully) no obstructions...
Rule 17 of the Bombay Golf Course- "You shall play the ball where the monkey drops it,"
I speak fluent Limrick-
the Old Sgt.
So, I'm up at the mountain with my brother. We're in the back of the truck. He's asleep at the moment while I listen for hogs, bears, and apparently sasquatch. I'm hoping the last one doesn't come after or strawberry shortcake rolls, as we didn't bring anything else to eat.
Earlier, we pulled the cards from the cameras, and one pointed at the entrance of the trap showed not only the black bear, but in another video it showed the boar. Yogi is only a little bit larger than the boar. That is not an exaggeration.
Oh! We named the bears Yogi and Boo Boo. Boo Boo is a brown bear. We got some videos of them wrestling a bit.
There is no such thing as a science experiment gone wrong.
Alkarii wrote:Update! That boar that is about as big as Yogi?
Turns out... That's a female.
Oh crap. That's actually a problem, particularly if she's got kids. Hell hath no fury like a mother's scorn, and there is no animal more ornery than a sow protecting her kids. Worse, they tend to travel in packs. And that is one of the few things the entire group will work together on.
Alkarii wrote:Update! That boar that is about as big as Yogi?
Turns out... That's a female.
Oh crap. That's actually a problem, particularly if she's got kids. Hell hath no fury like a mother's scorn, and there is no animal more ornery than a sow protecting her kids. Worse, they tend to travel in packs. And that is one of the few things the entire group will work together on.
Time to break out the drum-fed full-auto shotguns, the belt-fed .50 machine guns, the Daisy Cutters and the Napalm.
You got yourself a Pig Bomb. You'd best embrace the philosophy of "MOAR DAKKA!"
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!