Have you ever been shot at?

Lewkat said:
Didn't stop those clowns from taking pot shots at us. Needless to say, we were very put out about the entire affair.
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of course, and who wouldn't be..?... :oops:..I'd have been scared out of my wits if the same had happened to me, especially way back in '55.. when being shot at outside of a war was barely even heard of...
 

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Bretrick said:
When I was 14, I was up in the hills exploring when suddenly something hit me in the side of my head and forcefully knocked me to the ground.
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Wow, that was quite a story, and I am surprised at how many others have been shot at!

For me not really. Once when I was deer hunting someone was shooting very near me, probably at a deer I could not see and the other hunter probably didn't know I was there. However the bullets hit the ground uncomfortably close.

Also when I was in high school a friend's father invited me to go duck hunting with him and his son. We never saw any ducks and when the man got bored he started shooting our way. It was buckshot and at that distance he had to shoot upwards and hope the shot landed near us. Never hit me, but fell all around. I never went hunting with them again. I suspect the man was drinking...
 

Pappy said:
Only in basic training in the Army. Live round machine gun shooting over our heads as we lay crawling on our bellies in the mud.
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Forgot about that one.. LOL.. Tracers look so damn close... and the sound sticks with you.
Have had several close incidents over the years mostly accidental... a few threating at work with our truck hit once.
Took a 22 thru the leg as a teen due to a stupid friend, and concrete fragments in the face and neck due to a tripping punk pulling a gun the cops missed.
The scariest was on a paddling trip.... dead quiet drifting along with a buddy, fishing and sipping a beer... Suddenly all hell broke loose... multiple shots.. bullets zigging a dozen feet above our heads. the opposite bank exploding, dirt flying. We both flip out into the water, yelling but the steady gunfire continued... seemed like forever, but was less than a minute....
When it stopped, we hear other people shouting, STOP STOP STOP... I'm digging out my pistol... several folks come running to the edge of the bank above the river yelling to see if we are OK... a bunch of swearing greets them....
We pull out the water, drain our boats (and pants) and make introductions...
A group of friends had been camping in a field by the river celebrating ones birthday... Who just so happened to get an AR-15 as a gift,,
And his buddies brought theirs.... So right before lunch they had a contest.... who can fire the fastest...
So just as we were passing, They opened up shooting at a piece of plywood setting at the edge of the field into the bank across the stream.
4 different rifles each with a 30 Roung mag as fast as they can... right over our heads...
They apologize, invite us to lunch, and we ended up setting there for a few hours, took our turn shooting, several beers, and as we left, we each got handed a bottle of whiskey....
 
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Yes, shot from a shotgun while hunting. I was 12 years old and pheasant hunting with my Dad with permission, in a farmer's standing corn field. There was not supposed to be anyone else there, but obviously there was someone who snuck on the property. Once they realized they hit me they high-tailed out of there. Fortunately, the distance was far enough to not do serious damage. Glad it wasn't a pellet in the eye.
 
Tom52 said:
Yes, shot from a shotgun while hunting. I was 12 years old and pheasant hunting with my Dad with permission, in a farmer's standing corn field. There was not supposed to be anyone else there, but obviously there was someone who snuck on the property. Once they realized they hit me they high-tailed out of there. Fortunately, the distance was far enough to not do serious damage. Glad it wasn't a pellet in the eye.
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I have a property out of nowhere, miles away from the closest neighbor, which has a homemade gun range facing a hill and once in a while I see somebody emerge from it, sees me and hears all the commotion, quickly turns around and walks back. It's a dense area where nobody should be walking by themselves. There's also a spot a bit further away that some delinquents like to frequent for whatever reason.
 
Na! Things are pretty quiet and peaceful where I live here on the prairies. Oh, the media tells us that we do have some crazies and they do shot each other; mostly drug problems. Me, I'm a good ole' boy and I just hang around with other good ole' boys. It would be nice to find some good ole' girls too but not the kind that carry guns! LOL
 
Once, years ago, I went deer hunting in a local State Park, of about 1000 acres. They issued a set number of permits to limit the amount of hunters, but that number was still way too many. I was hunkered down behind a couple of big logs, and shortly after sunrise, the shooting began. About 1/2 hour into the hunt, I saw some deer coming my way, and shortly after, someone began firing in my general direction. One of their rounds hit the log I was hiding behind. That was enough for me, and I slowly began moving back towards the campground and truck, and finally got out of there in one piece. By the time I made it out of there, it sounded like a shooting gallery. Needless to say, I Never went back to any kind of "organized" hunt,
 
No. Was walking uptown on Park Avenue in NYC in the 1970s when I looked up and saw a large black man running fast at me. Behind him was a plainclothes cop (I think) with a revolver, running but also trying to draw a bead on him. I ducked behind a parked car, along with about four other people. They ran down the street and that was the end of it.

When people ask me if I've ever skydived or bungee jumped or whatever, I always say no, but I lived in New York in the 70s.
 
I remeber the first time I was shot, May 4, 1968, I was bringing my tank down for service on a landing craft, I had not had a bath in some time, this Army private aske if he could go with us, I said sure hop aboard, as we went down toward Danang, I notice he smelled worse than me, we had both been out a long time in the bush. We arrived at this small Navy Landing at close to midnight, it had never been hit, real secure place ,some navy guys asked us if we wanted something to eat , we said sure, we set, and leaned up against the shead. this navy guy started talking in a loud voice, how he could whip the VC , with his bare hands, well about that time the first shell hit right in front of us, we all run , but there was really no place to run , the enemy was in front of us , and we were backed up to the sea.
 
IN Vietnam, yeah. I was even struck by a sniper who about tore my left shoulder off using an AK.

But, when I was 14, a buddy and I went inside an old deserted feed and seed mill. This building had two floors. We would go in their with our .22's and shoot whatever was in there, but mostly rats and maybe an occasional snake. One day while inside the big barn-like structure, I told my buddy that I was going upstairs and he would stay downstairs. OK, good plan, or so I thought.

As I was walking quietly around upstairs on the flooring and using my flashlight to see with, all of a sudden, I hear my buddy's gun going off like, bang, bang, bang, bang, rapid firing. The bad part was that he was shooting at a dove that was flying around inside and the bullets were coming through his ceiling downstairs, which two of them missed me by just maybe a foot. I started screaming at him and jumping up and down. I was really upset and asked him what did he think he was doing. His excuse was that he didn't think the bullets would go through the ceiling. It was on that day that I learned how dumb he really was. We still stayed friends, but never went shooting in the old mill anymore. At least, not with him. ,
 
oldman said:
IN Vietnam, yeah. I was even struck by a sniper who about tore my left shoulder off using an AK.

But, when I was 14, a buddy and I went inside an old deserted feed and seed mill. This building had two floors. We would go in their with our .22's and shoot whatever was in there, but mostly rats and maybe an occasional snake. One day while inside the big barn-like structure, I told my buddy that I was going upstairs and he would stay downstairs. OK, good plan, or so I thought.

As I was walking quietly around upstairs on the flooring and using my flashlight to see with, all of a sudden, I hear my buddy's gun going off like, bang, bang, bang, bang, rapid firing. The bad part was that he was shooting at a dove that was flying around inside and the bullets were coming through his ceiling downstairs, which two of them missed me by just maybe a foot. I started screaming at him and jumping up and down. I was really upset and asked him what did he think he was doing. His excuse was that he didn't think the bullets would go through the ceiling. It was on that day that I learned how dumb he really was. We still stayed friends, but never went shooting in the old mill anymore. At least, not with him. ,
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Some people don't really understand the concept of terminal ballistics.
 
I was never actually shot at, but I have had the horrible experience of being there on the awful day of the Columbine High School shootings that killed 15 people. I was a long time teacher at the school at the time of that ill fated awful day of April 20, 1999. I remember huddling behind my desk with students and eventually officers escorting us out of the building to safety and us running as far from the building as we could. The worst day I have ever experienced in my entire lifetime.
 
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