Re: After shooting for 27 years it happened to me...
Ah, the Remington '06. When I was was about 12 my dad was putting a couple of guns away after some time at the range. In the days before household burglaries became as common as mail delivery we simply had a couple of racks of rifles on the wall in a narrow hallway. I was walking down the hall toward my dad, who was facing me and unloading a Remington 700 .30-'06. The muzzle was pointed down and toward one wall. Good damn thing because when he flipped off the safety - necessary to rotate the bolt - WITHOUT a finger near the trigger, that '06 roared. Lots of questions and shouldas, but as you can imagine not something I'm likely to forget.
United States of America - Born July 4th, 1776 - Killed by 50 million brain-dead zombies November 6th, 2012
Mack: Shame what this town's come to.
Charley Waite: You could do something about it.
Mack: What? We're freighters. Ralph here's a shopkeeper.
Charley Waite: You're men, ain't you?
Mack: I didn't raise my boys just to see 'em killed.
Charley Waite: Well you may not know this, but there's things that gnaw at a man worse than dying.
- Open Range