OK, 3 quick guns stories,...only because they're sort of related.... to my brother that is. The first was when we were in school and trapped rats and mink for spending money, back in the 50s. We had just come in off the trap line and were hurrying to eat breakfast to catch the bus. My brother looks out front and there's a big muskrat paddling across the creek in our direction. He grabs the 22, opens the window by the table, takes steady aim through the scope and fires. The bullet didn't strike rat or water. Instead it ricochetted like a bullet on the wild west movies whang wizz. Not knowing what happened he looked over the gun. the scope had a clear picture of the target. The muzzle on the other hand was right in front of moms pride and joy, a brand new chrome pop up toaster. Only now it had a crease across the corner.

Story 2, my brother has grown up and gotten smarter. He's driving through a series of fields and hedgerows early one summer morning checking on deer and shooting woodchucks. He's in his brand new GMC 4 wheel drive truck with his trusty 223 chuck gun laying on the seat with the muzzle resting on the hump in the floor. He comes through one hedgerow and sees a coyote bookin it through the next hedgerow. He floors his new chuck and closes fast. As he goes into the next field the coyote is half way across really getting it. My brother had already jacked a round in the chamber.In one fluid motion he cramps the truck right to give him a quick exit, slams on the break and reaches for the now loaded gun and the door handle with the other hand as the truck was skidding to a stop. His hand fell perfectly to the trigger housing. As he yanked the gun to jump out he pulled the trigger sending a 223 round through his floor board into his transmission housing of his week old truck. Drove it to the dealer, they checked it all out. Had a nice round hole in the top of the housing but no internal damage. He carved a wooden peg and plugged the hole. It was still in there when he traded in the truck 2 years later. For Xmas we made a large plaque and got a half of a transmission housing at a junk yard. We drilled a nice 1/4 inch hole through it, circled it with red paint and had a plaque ingraved stating the date of the kill attached to it to our big plaque. We gave it to him as a xmas present.

Alas, he did the same thing two trucks later only this time missed the transmission and just poked a hole in the floor board. We all suggested he'd be better served to not load the guns until he got out of the truck.