I'd say the closest was when I was between the bad guy shooting at the Adam's County Deputy .... and him shooting back .. me in the middle ... Scared the crap outta me . heard the bullets flying both ways just over head as I dove behind cover.
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I'd say the closest was when I was between the bad guy shooting at the Adam's County Deputy .... and him shooting back .. me in the middle ... Scared the crap outta me . heard the bullets flying both ways just over head as I dove behind cover.
1. Nickel-plated Baretta 92 put to my forehead when I was 19 while being threatened. Never thought for a minute that the guy was going to shoot me, but it was still unpleasant.
2. Friend of mine had an AD while hunting pheasants when I was 14. Close enough to feel the rush of air go by my face. I stopped hunting with him.
Had a round hit my ACH in Afghanland. It was just the right the angle luckily... Because those helmets sure as hell don't stop 7.62.
Was shot by my brother twice. Once with a Co2 pellet gun in the chest and the other was with a bow and arrow. Took a arrow in the chest as well. Luckily it was a long bow and we where real young and he couldn't pull it back all that much. Still got the scar from the pellet.
After writing this I think I owe him some payback...[013]
I was at the Louisville Cemetery 2 summers ago burying my Uncle who died of Brain cancer and the cemetery is across from the Louisville tech center, and had a bullet zip behind my head and went in to the trunk of a tree(pretty sure it came from the tech center).
probably being ordered form the car by police at gunpoint. (17 yr old kids do stupid things sometimes)
Late 2004 (almost 9 years ago). About 18-24" away from getting shot by 7.62x39mm sks.
It was my neighbor who had ND while cleaning his SKS.
I was sitting on the chair seen on 2nd picture.
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Holy.... Was there anything left?Quote:
Originally Posted by Sharpienads
Been shot 2 times bird hunting. 1 pheasant, 1 dove. Not point blank but close enough to draw blood. And almost had my head taken off dove hunting from a hunting partner not paying attention. I ducked as he swung. [fudd]
Dove hunting in 2002 on the border between Arizona & Mexico & some stupid F%$#ing Mexican't shots my father & I full of #8 shot. Most of it hit me in the left arm, I pulled 8 out & my dad pulled out 3, needless to say we weren't happy.
Bosnia 92. First time in the bullet proof windshield of the VBL. Got the windshield replaced, and my pants cleaned.
6 years ago, sitting in the drive-thru with my ex up in Englewood. Homeboy comes swaggering up to the counter, holding his crotch, evidently there to see one of the girls working. Makes eye contact with me and does the whole arms-spread-out "you lookin' at me?" pose. I don't have the slightest idea why. Obviously he was threatened into an extreme state by the nerdy white kids buying ice cream sundaes. We just ignored him and continued paying for our meal. As I'm beginning to pull forward, Tupac decides to walk out in front of my Jeep and start for the passenger side, cussing and yapping like a 5 foot terrier. I maintained eye contact, pulled out my para .45, and rested my hand holding it on the steering wheel. He veered off course, acted like he was walking in a different direction all along, and stood by the side of the building until we left.
Of course, my very liberal ex had some admonishment about how situations like that don't happen if you "put enough positive energy out into the universe". There are good reasons why she's an ex. :-)
Back in the day when I was young and full of, well ya'll know. I was an LEO for a railroad back in the east. Details not important. But I was in a SIU and we worked surveilences when trains stopped to do what they do, change crews, or set off a load or two.. SOmetines we would hide in ditches in the projects or sometimes it would be weeds near a bridge. Nonetheless, radio communication sucked and backup was sketchy... Many times my sidearm was shoved into a perps ear, nose, anywhere to get the point across because me and my partner never knew who was out in the darkness and we needed to control the situation. I never had to shoot at anyone.
Back when I was young and dumb, de je vue.. I was in a patrol car I was shot at out of the dark, it hit the car door jam about 8 inches behind my head about at temple height...
I know a guy "Jack" who has his Glock 23 pressed up to the inside of a car door whenever someone approaches it just to "talk" he's a cop somewhere in the world.
Never remotely close, intend to keep it that way.
was shot at while on the job many years ago . i got out of there and didnt think much of it till i got home to find my messenger bag was peppered full of bird shot .
In the face? When I thought about a career in gay porn[gohome]
The only real time I've ever come *this* close to shooting another human being was while on ECP ASOG duty in a tower overlooking our Entry Control Point in Afghanistan. Without too many details (including the entire conversation between myself and the SOG) that I'd rather not discuss- I'm going to be honest, I knew I could do it, but I really didn't want to unless I had to, and frankly I was scared shitless... We had a water truck attempt to enter our FOB, the gate guards saw it coming and reported it as being suspicious as the gate closed for the night in 15 min. As soon as the description went out over our comms we immediately got a report that it matched a vehicle on the BOLO list for a VBIED (Vehicle Borne IED)- a water truck with a 2500 gallon water tank on it: bricks were at present being shat. The gate guards halted the truck and the driver did not have any authorization form to enter the base as a LCN service vehicle. Our SOG immediately informed me to "go red" and man the M240B machine gun in my tower. I brought the weapon up and trained it on the driver. My orders from the SSG were to "Stitch the motherfucker up" if he did anything threatening or if given the go order. One gate guard trained his weapon on the driver, while the other guard got on the radio for a interpreter. The stand off probably lasted about 4-6 minutes with my finger hovering just outside the trigger guard of my 240. The interpreter and 5 QRF soldiers arrived and commenced to detain the driver and attempt to figure out who he was. Turned out to be a false alarm and the driver had received bad instructions from his employer and lost his paperwork. He was barred from ever entering the FOB. That few minutes of being ready at the drop of a hat to put the driver down was perhaps the most intense, frightening, and sobering experience I've ever had... especially since we feared he might have God knows how many lbs of explosive in the truck that potentially could have wiped my entire 5-man ECP team out.
To this day part of me is very thankful I didn't have to fire... but another part of me- I don't know if I should feel bad or what for this- wishes I would have gotten the chance to kill an insurgent.
Drive-by shooting of my house during the night.
April 2012 had an AD or ND as most like to call it, and put a 10mm hydra shock thru my left hand. Not my best day. 4 operations, 2 plates, 16 screws and a bone graph it still works.
Besides Afghanistan (one incident- bullets shot into the FOB to little/no real effect), today up at squaw pass- heard the distinct sound of a bullet whizzing over our heads from parts unknown- probably not more than 15 feet above us...
I don't have any, but my father has been shot three times. All by his dad, on separate occasions. For some reason my grandpa enjoyed chasing my father and his siblings off the porch with his .22 revolver in hand, shooting at their feet. My dad has three .22 scars on his legs from three different occasions, just because my pa thought it was entertaining to shoot at his kids (who he didn't claim) feet. No wonder he is a hard ass!
opening weekend pheasant hunting...i always get peppered
1. Been peppered lots of times in a dove field
2. Deer hunting in ND, a couple of rounds went over our heads - a Hell of a lot closer than I would have liked
3. Elk hunting on a ranch here in Colorado several years ago. I couldn't find a hole deep enough to dive in when the dumbasses the next hill over tried to shoot an elk that was farther away than they thought. They claimed they never saw us even though we had on orange from the waist up.
4. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, Jul 4 1996, our bus took some small arms fire when we were headed back to Eskan Village from the flight line. There's really no place to hide on a bus!
Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq....oh yeah, I'm heading to Asscrackistan next, so I'm pretty sure that I will be shot at then too!!
Only ever pulled trigger in Afghanistan, just leave it at that.
I have had my fair share of drawdowns as an LEO
I jog primarily at night, and I actually have worried about this exact thing happening to me. I always just wonder if I would realize I wasn't being shot by real bullets in time.Quote:
Originally Posted by trlcavscout
Was drawn down on by several cops one night, apparently my car matched the description of someone who had just shot a deputy, they were pretty agitated, the call came out that they had apprehended the suspect as they were threatening to shoot me,
I also was shot with a pellet gun by a friend. Small surgery since it was in my elbow.
Nearest serious would be elk hunting, my nephew trying to decock a lever gun with gloves on. Pointed safely near my feet.
couple times, but only one really worth remembering. Been shot several times by BB guns playing war with my friends when we were young. but the most memorable one was Elk hunting out by Saguache, was pushin some timber for our meadow muffins when all of a sudden whizz, crak, BOOM... about like to shit myself, when they finished firing (I dont recall how many rounds but it had to have been 4 at least) I crawled over the crest of the hill and no one was there. dunno where they came fromm
Keep your head down and be safe.Quote:
Originally Posted by sabot_round
I didn't conduct the BDA, so I couldn't tell you. He quit shooting at us, that's about all I know.Quote:
Originally Posted by KestrelBike
Never come that close. While I've been ready (hand in the pocket on my pocket carry) to draw, I've never been put in a situation where I've had to. I guess the closest would be a couple of guys approaching me at the gas station while filling up... asking for money. Situational awareness picked up on them from a distance and before they could get close... one hand went in the pocket to grab the grip on my pocket carry and the other hand pointed right at them while I looked them in the eye and said pretty firmly "You should stay over there because I've got nothing you would want over here!" They got out a "hey man, can we borrow..." before they stopped their approach, turned around and walked away.
Other than that, I've never been close to shooting someone. I suppose I wasn't even close then... just making sure I kept it that way.
1989, Berlin. Newbie in the radar shop, they sent me out to the radar to conduct some PMIs, but thought it would be funny not to tell me there was a new cypher lock combination. The alarm went off, and i turned around to have an M-16 muzzle jammed into my belly by an MP that was not only excited, but was not old enough to shave.
That was the first time I finally understood the phrase "...my guts turned to water."
I guess I wasn;t in real danger, but that kid was REALLY excited about an alarm going off on his shift.
.45 JHP ricochet of a rock in the backstop and catch me right in the crotch... hard enough to tear the fabric - but that's all - thank God.
Still have the jagged little f**ker around here somewhere.
I didnt know this forum is full of rambos! I am one of the fortunate ones that has not really experience crazy stuff. In 1992 Korean Town, LA, I heard zings and bullet impacts - in 1998 muslim riot in jakarta, I saw a student was burned alive, and some random shooting on the streets through out the night from my hotel room. That's as far as personal experience I had w/ 'getting shot at.'
Sitting around a campfire at hunting camp and a relative of a buddy of mine was fondling a .357 mag revolver, it magically went off and shot the dirt out from under one of my feet. I swear to god I felt the bullet graze my shoe. He just about had that revolver for dinner that night, and I stayed as far away from him as possible for the rest of the trip.
And on the last day of that trip, my buddy was pulling a lever action .44 mag rifle from behind the seat of his dad's truck while his dad was on the other side pulling his rifle out. The boy's rifle went off and shot his dad right above the belly button at pretty much point blank range. The dad lived, but only has a portion of his liver, kidneys, and stomach left. He found out just how bad stupid hurts that day. I imagine both rifles had a round in the chamber. Jesus, if my dad ever caught me with a round chambered in the truck, he'd probably shoot me is damned self!
Needless to say, I've never been hunting with them again. My buddy and I were about 13 when this happened.
This is part of the reason I hunt alone 99.99999% of the time now.
I had a white trash ex-stripper girlfriend when i was in my 20's. We were at her parent's trailer house and went into one of the bedrooms so that she could do some school work. She was trying to get her GED. (She never did get it, which somehow was my fault. I never did understand that one.) I fell asleep and woke up to loud voices. She goes running out, I put my shoes on and then follow her. When I came running out the front door I found myself to be the center of attention of 8 Denver cops with their drawn hand guns all spinning to aim at me. The must have just gotten out of the class for threat identification because I didn't get shot. I guess they were a bit surprised when a 6'8" guy came bursting out the door. They grab me and tell me to get on my knees with my hands on my head. One cop is holding my hands on top of my head with his left hand and his right hand on the but of his now holstered pistol. My girlfriend is running around us yelling at the cop telling him that he's hurting me. I tell her to shut up and that he is just doing his job. I could feel the cop relax when I said that. Eventually, after they searched the trailer, he let me up and said that they got a call saying that there was a hostage being held in the trailer at gunpoint. It's just a funny white trash girlfriend story now, but I'm probably lucky I didn't get shot.