What a bad thing....
Jan 27, 2014 21:19:56 GMT -5
Post by wilmsmeyer on Jan 27, 2014 21:19:56 GMT -5
They say that no matter how careful you are, accidents can happen. I for one, do not subscribe to this 100%. Yes, accidents can happen but they also can, or could have been, prevented! Period. I've held on to this one for 6 weeks because I am just getting over the pure shock of it. Let me set the table:
At camp, we have quite a bunch of guys. The "originals". 6 or 7 45-55 year olds that grew up with guns from an early age. A crop of 20 somethings that have grown up among us. And a few guys that have just been part of the camp for decades.
Last weekend of ML season and we were doing drives for does. Snow was over 2 feet deep. One of our best friend who have been part of deer camp and fishing trips for almost 30 years has been in very poor health. A bad heart and his morning diet is mouthfuls of prescription pills for many ailments. This guy has fished 24/7/265 hid whole life and hunted everything that walks, runs or flys year round....in season of course. Shoots trap league all year. Great guy. Well, with the snow so deep and his health condition, we drop him off at a spot where he can walk 100 yds, be on the edge of a steep gully and watch for deer crossing from the direction of the drivers. We do the drive, kill a few deer and slowly start to re-group back towards camp. We radio our friend to let him know the drive is over and to meet us back where we dropped him off. No answer. Call his cell. No answer. Now everyone is back at camp and we decide to drive around the block and see if we can find him. Nope. Crap...what happened to him??? So we gather at camp and decise that myself and another would go back and track him and make sure he didn't have a geart attack or fall into the steep gully.
Driving up the road to where we dropped him off 2 hrs ago...there he is walking down the road. Oh thank goodness....he's fine. Stop the truck and find out that his radio went dead and he left his phone at camp. He is cold, out of breath and so glad we are there. He's over weight, breathing hard and ready to get in the truck. He opens the door, sets his Savage ML10 in the truck, barrel 1st and is about to step in. Out of breath and exhausted he says "Oh, let me take the primer out". I am in the backseat of the quad cab pick-up and my friend is driving. Our friend, big fat gloves still on, moves the safety to the off position so he can open the bolt and......POW! Both my friend and I, in hind sight, saw a potential problem coming. My friend actually was reaching for the door and bailing out when he saw what was happening. I was just watching thinking..WTF...but things happened quick.
The cabin was filled with the smell of gun powder. My ears were ringing. My mind was racing. My friend was running down the road with his hands clasped over his head. I was chasing him along with our friend who was hysterical over what he had done. I was watching for blood in the snow as my friend ran down the road in shock. Not sure if anyone was actually hurt yet.
The muzzle had been against the center hump in the floor board. The Barnes 250 gr copper, ahead of 70 gr H4198, had made it thru the tranny housing and totally messed it up. Tranny fluid was all over. The guy who had the accident was crying and we thought that he would have a heart attack over what had happened. Can you imagine?? Guy has hunted his whole life. Been careful and safe all the time. A moment of misjudgement could have killed or harmed his best friends. He was a mess. We finally, in shoock, all got back in the truck and tried to limp it back to camp. But we didn't make it. Had to ditch the thruck as the tranny wouldn't shift and the truck wouldn't go anymore. Big heavy Dodge diesel and heavy duty tranny. Making a call to camp to get rides was a tough one.
Had a 60 year old guy crying, a 60 yr guy who owned the truck, and me in shock. Didn't say anything to the other guys except that we beached the truck and needed a ride.
The rest of the weekend was awkward. We all were quiet. This stuff doesn't happen to us or people like us. But it did. The tranny was toast and has since been rebuilt for the tune of $2000. The guy sent a check for the repair and was afraid he'd lost his friends for ever. We have since calmed him down and told him to get over it, learn from it and not let this ruin our decades long friendship.
So I have not talked about this until today. A complete life changing event that I am still in shock from. Could have been so much worse. We are all very safe hunters and I know, like my friend, that we assumed since our friend was at the road, he was un-capped. He had forgot due to the circumstances, the cold and his health. Instead of thinking clearly, he tried to uncap the gun once in the truck. Big fat fingars, in gloves, with agun that requires you take the gun off safe to open the bolt.
Lessons happen at all stages of life. We are still alive and learning. We chose to use this as an example to prove that we are never too safe. Never too careful. Always room for improvement.
At camp, we have quite a bunch of guys. The "originals". 6 or 7 45-55 year olds that grew up with guns from an early age. A crop of 20 somethings that have grown up among us. And a few guys that have just been part of the camp for decades.
Last weekend of ML season and we were doing drives for does. Snow was over 2 feet deep. One of our best friend who have been part of deer camp and fishing trips for almost 30 years has been in very poor health. A bad heart and his morning diet is mouthfuls of prescription pills for many ailments. This guy has fished 24/7/265 hid whole life and hunted everything that walks, runs or flys year round....in season of course. Shoots trap league all year. Great guy. Well, with the snow so deep and his health condition, we drop him off at a spot where he can walk 100 yds, be on the edge of a steep gully and watch for deer crossing from the direction of the drivers. We do the drive, kill a few deer and slowly start to re-group back towards camp. We radio our friend to let him know the drive is over and to meet us back where we dropped him off. No answer. Call his cell. No answer. Now everyone is back at camp and we decide to drive around the block and see if we can find him. Nope. Crap...what happened to him??? So we gather at camp and decise that myself and another would go back and track him and make sure he didn't have a geart attack or fall into the steep gully.
Driving up the road to where we dropped him off 2 hrs ago...there he is walking down the road. Oh thank goodness....he's fine. Stop the truck and find out that his radio went dead and he left his phone at camp. He is cold, out of breath and so glad we are there. He's over weight, breathing hard and ready to get in the truck. He opens the door, sets his Savage ML10 in the truck, barrel 1st and is about to step in. Out of breath and exhausted he says "Oh, let me take the primer out". I am in the backseat of the quad cab pick-up and my friend is driving. Our friend, big fat gloves still on, moves the safety to the off position so he can open the bolt and......POW! Both my friend and I, in hind sight, saw a potential problem coming. My friend actually was reaching for the door and bailing out when he saw what was happening. I was just watching thinking..WTF...but things happened quick.
The cabin was filled with the smell of gun powder. My ears were ringing. My mind was racing. My friend was running down the road with his hands clasped over his head. I was chasing him along with our friend who was hysterical over what he had done. I was watching for blood in the snow as my friend ran down the road in shock. Not sure if anyone was actually hurt yet.
The muzzle had been against the center hump in the floor board. The Barnes 250 gr copper, ahead of 70 gr H4198, had made it thru the tranny housing and totally messed it up. Tranny fluid was all over. The guy who had the accident was crying and we thought that he would have a heart attack over what had happened. Can you imagine?? Guy has hunted his whole life. Been careful and safe all the time. A moment of misjudgement could have killed or harmed his best friends. He was a mess. We finally, in shoock, all got back in the truck and tried to limp it back to camp. But we didn't make it. Had to ditch the thruck as the tranny wouldn't shift and the truck wouldn't go anymore. Big heavy Dodge diesel and heavy duty tranny. Making a call to camp to get rides was a tough one.
Had a 60 year old guy crying, a 60 yr guy who owned the truck, and me in shock. Didn't say anything to the other guys except that we beached the truck and needed a ride.
The rest of the weekend was awkward. We all were quiet. This stuff doesn't happen to us or people like us. But it did. The tranny was toast and has since been rebuilt for the tune of $2000. The guy sent a check for the repair and was afraid he'd lost his friends for ever. We have since calmed him down and told him to get over it, learn from it and not let this ruin our decades long friendship.
So I have not talked about this until today. A complete life changing event that I am still in shock from. Could have been so much worse. We are all very safe hunters and I know, like my friend, that we assumed since our friend was at the road, he was un-capped. He had forgot due to the circumstances, the cold and his health. Instead of thinking clearly, he tried to uncap the gun once in the truck. Big fat fingars, in gloves, with agun that requires you take the gun off safe to open the bolt.
Lessons happen at all stages of life. We are still alive and learning. We chose to use this as an example to prove that we are never too safe. Never too careful. Always room for improvement.