Who'd have thunk it?
A quick story about a family friend, and how some people are just born lucky.
Our friend, we'll call him "Lucky" was at the range for the 10,000th time sighting in his 25-06 rifle. It's his groundhog gun, and other than the fact that he can't get a consistent group with it no matter what he tries, it's a wonderful weapon. =P
At this point I'll mention that it really is the gun, not the shooter, he is naturally deadly with about any gun he picks up (bastard).
During the day, he'd also been sighting in a .308, and having verified the accuracy of this gun, had it tucked away back in the car.
However....
One .308 shell was still on the bench.
It's a sad fact that a .308 will fit perfectly into a .25-06 and allow you to close the breech. He loaded it by accident, closed the breech, took a steady aim and fired.
The gun, as you'd expect, exploded.
He was knocked backward, stunned, dazed, and received the smallest scratch on his cheek. Most of the moving parts of the rifle are in zip lock bags now, and most incredible of all, the bullet wasn't in the breech or barrel. Apparently the pressure just squeezed it right down the barrel. Must have been 2 inches long on exit.
/be careful out there.
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