I have a lot of male cousins that live up in the Sierra Nevada foothills on the California side. I decided to move up there with them when I was in my early twenties. And so I did. Little did I know what kind of characters these guys were. One night we were all sitting in a living room, drinking, smoking, chewing tobacco, and watching TV.
We had the lights out and one of my cousins jumped up and said “Hey, you guys should see what I bought today!” as he went out the front door.
Seconds later he comes back in with a Ruger handgun (I forget what caliber) and starts handing it around the half circle of us in front of the TV.
I remember someone asking “is this thing loaded?” My cousin said “No way man, I took out the clip”.
My brother got his turn to admire it, aimed at the TV, pulled the trigger, and imploded that TV to Kingdom Come.
My other cousin jumped up and yelled “That was my girlfriends TV!”
We were reduced to drinking and smoking for the rest of the night.
Good times those were…darn good times.
Ayup, make sure you get the one in the chamber.
A lesson learned the hard way.
(Still cracked us all up though!)
A firearms safety instructor I once knew said to me “There are two types of shooters - those that have had an accidental discharge, and those that haven’t had one… yet.”