I know this is a potentially embarrasing topic, but figured I'd ask.
Has anyone ever had a gun go off when they weren't expecting it to?
About a dozen years ago, I was in the process of unloading my .380 carry gun to do some dry fire practice, when the phone rang. I put the gun down and answered the phone, and was on the phone for about 20 minutes. After I hung up the phone, I picked up the gun and proceeded to dry fire it.
Anyone here can probably figure out what happened next, a loud BANG!, and the quick realization that I had dropped the clip, but failed to clear the chamber before answering the phone. Thank God the gun was pointed in a safe direction, and other than a bullet hole in the wall, no damage was done.
For a while afterward, I seriously questioned whether or not I should even be carrying a gun. In spite of having years of experience handling firearms, all it took was one moment of distraction for a near tragedy to occur.
One thing is for sure, to this day I remember that moment like it happened yesterday, and my heart begins to beat faster every time I think about it.
I have every intention of that being my first, last and only ND, and I'm now fanatical about checking and double checking to make sure it's unloaded, EVERY time I pick it up.
Has anyone ever had a gun go off when they weren't expecting it to?
About a dozen years ago, I was in the process of unloading my .380 carry gun to do some dry fire practice, when the phone rang. I put the gun down and answered the phone, and was on the phone for about 20 minutes. After I hung up the phone, I picked up the gun and proceeded to dry fire it.
Anyone here can probably figure out what happened next, a loud BANG!, and the quick realization that I had dropped the clip, but failed to clear the chamber before answering the phone. Thank God the gun was pointed in a safe direction, and other than a bullet hole in the wall, no damage was done.
For a while afterward, I seriously questioned whether or not I should even be carrying a gun. In spite of having years of experience handling firearms, all it took was one moment of distraction for a near tragedy to occur.
One thing is for sure, to this day I remember that moment like it happened yesterday, and my heart begins to beat faster every time I think about it.
I have every intention of that being my first, last and only ND, and I'm now fanatical about checking and double checking to make sure it's unloaded, EVERY time I pick it up.