Tell us something really trivial about your life Volume 40
Discussion
Mr Magooagain said:
I’ve never thought of counting being shot but I now realise I’ve been shot 3 times and possibly more!
One time was mentioned in a published book.
Only time I've been shot at was with various ordinance of various sizes, all by Americans.One time was mentioned in a published book.
Worse was an A10 on a firepower demonstration getting enthusiastic and overrunning a target whilst keeping his finger on the trigger. We all ran as a line of puffs of dirt in the ground came rapidly towards us.
The closet was a gun range in Tampa where the guy next to us turned around and negligently discharged his gun about 6 inches from my foot. He'd turned around to see what I was shooting that was making so much noise (50 cal desert eagle)
DickyC said:
Not related but enough to remind me of the only time I fired a Lee Enfield .303. It was at summer camp with the ATC at RAF Chivenor in Devon. Five rounds, in your own time, choose your own target. The instructor meant chose one of the four printed card targets. The lad in the next lane (aisle?) to me decided to pick off grass growing along the top of the butts. It was all open air. His bullets were fired out over the estuary.
He was removed, sent to see the camp commander, and put on a train home. He was invited to stand down as a cadet as well. We never saw him again.
It was an eventful two weeks. We were on parade waiting to be inspected by a VIP when a Fleet Air Arm Sea Vixen came in very slowly, trying everything to make a tight turn for the runway and banking hard. The co-pilot ejected parallel to the ground. The pilot went down with the plane. Neither survived. Hydraulic failure. 800 or so lads standing there watching it happen. Horrible.
We used to dread going on the ranges with the Waafs as they were given smg's. Finger on the trigger and the pull up and left, over the range and far away...He was removed, sent to see the camp commander, and put on a train home. He was invited to stand down as a cadet as well. We never saw him again.
It was an eventful two weeks. We were on parade waiting to be inspected by a VIP when a Fleet Air Arm Sea Vixen came in very slowly, trying everything to make a tight turn for the runway and banking hard. The co-pilot ejected parallel to the ground. The pilot went down with the plane. Neither survived. Hydraulic failure. 800 or so lads standing there watching it happen. Horrible.
I used to shoot for the RAF, in tri national competitions. We were at a huge down the line clay competition at Odiham when the Camp Pardre was up in a glider, got it wrong and went to meet his boss a bit earlier than planned. Again, horrible
My last week in the RAF saw a helicopter crash about 100m from me as I drove past. Trainee pilot was doing a engine failure drill in a dual engine chopper, pulled back the wrong throttle at about 100 feet, just dropped onto the grass. I drove over and helped get people out as the emergency services came (not far from the fire station). I had to return for the inquiry and a commendation.
https://aviation-safety.net/wikibase/157736
A more official version doesn't include the co-pilot ejecting at a bad time.
A more official version doesn't include the co-pilot ejecting at a bad time.
It's raining here in Trivton-sur-Mer as well, and like Asha I've managed to get my morning walk in before it started.
Another gnurly start to the day, as I have a nairport run, this time it's Bawnmuff, sister and brother-in-law orf to Y Viva Espana.
No shooting-related anecdotes, other than my grandfather taught a young Philip Mountbatten to shoot, and my father was almost mistaken for a pheasant by the late Queen Mother. Although she was very much alive at the time.
Moustache.
Another gnurly start to the day, as I have a nairport run, this time it's Bawnmuff, sister and brother-in-law orf to Y Viva Espana.
No shooting-related anecdotes, other than my grandfather taught a young Philip Mountbatten to shoot, and my father was almost mistaken for a pheasant by the late Queen Mother. Although she was very much alive at the time.
Moustache.
Byker28i said:
We used to dread going on the ranges with the Waafs as they were given smg's. Finger on the trigger and the pull up and left, over the range and far away...
I used to shoot for the RAF, in tri national competitions. We were at a huge down the line clay competition at Odiham when the Camp Pardre was up in a glider, got it wrong and went to meet his boss a bit earlier than planned. Again, horrible
My last week in the RAF saw a helicopter crash about 100m from me as I drove past. Trainee pilot was doing a engine failure drill in a dual engine chopper, pulled back the wrong throttle at about 100 feet, just dropped onto the grass. I drove over and helped get people out as the emergency services came (not far from the fire station). I had to return for the inquiry and a commendation.
A well deserved commendation, I'd say.I used to shoot for the RAF, in tri national competitions. We were at a huge down the line clay competition at Odiham when the Camp Pardre was up in a glider, got it wrong and went to meet his boss a bit earlier than planned. Again, horrible
My last week in the RAF saw a helicopter crash about 100m from me as I drove past. Trainee pilot was doing a engine failure drill in a dual engine chopper, pulled back the wrong throttle at about 100 feet, just dropped onto the grass. I drove over and helped get people out as the emergency services came (not far from the fire station). I had to return for the inquiry and a commendation.
657 said:
Right that’s it I’m off …. you lot were bad enough before you started playing with sharp sticky things and those bangy noisey yokes (I’ve got two yes … two eyes and I want to keep them)
“Hello, I must be going, I cannot stay,
I came to say, I must be going.
I’m glad I came, but just the same,
I must be going.”
― Groucho Marx
657 said:
Right that’s it I’m off …. you lot were bad enough before you started playing with sharp sticky things and those bangy noisey yokes (I’ve got two yes … two eyes and I want to keep them)
Come back when we're fun again. Looking at The List, the next hilarity is due just after half past ten.
I entreat you to not throw it all away.
Entreat? Is that the right word? I may have unintentionally insulted 657.
I remember when this was all 656
glenrobbo said:
I don't know, I leave you all playing nicely and before I know it, there's hacking and slashing and shooting and stabbing and the tomato plants have gone missing!
It's like a crime scene in here!
I hope Sergeant Argent and Constable Dunstable don't get wind of all these shenaniganses.
I'll draw the curtains, shall I? Whatever will the neighbours think? *Tsk*
Vaguely related trivia alert - many years ago I used to work with a lad who's surname is Pepper, his dad was a Sergeant in the old bill It's like a crime scene in here!
I hope Sergeant Argent and Constable Dunstable don't get wind of all these shenaniganses.
I'll draw the curtains, shall I? Whatever will the neighbours think? *Tsk*
Rounding things off in an even more trivial way, one of my favourite guitarists is Will Sergeant of Echo & The Bunnymen
Never been stabbed shot or killed but was knocked over by a Class 56 loco at Crewe not long after I joined the railway - lesson duly learnt, don't take short cuts behind locos being driven from the wrong end! One of the buffers caught my shoulder and knocked me flying, thankfully away from impending doom.
Edited by P5BNij on Tuesday 26th September 10:36
DickyC said:
Bobberoo said:
As already said Byker, a well deserved commendation.
Aaawwww, don't go 657, we were just starting to warm to you!!!
657 is 347 in centipedes. Warm.Aaawwww, don't go 657, we were just starting to warm to you!!!
Have only ever 'ad a speargun pointed in my direction.
DickyC said:
Bobberoo said:
As already said Byker, a well deserved commendation.
Aaawwww, don't go 657, we were just starting to warm to you!!!
657 is 347 in centipedes. Warm.Aaawwww, don't go 657, we were just starting to warm to you!!!
Or a bus route through Caterham
https://www.southdown.net/657
https://tfl.gov.uk/bus/route/657/
or a cycle route near the north yorkshire moors
https://www.sustrans.org.uk/find-a-route-on-the-na...
Edited by Byker28i on Tuesday 26th September 12:48
Byker28i said:
The closet was a gun range in Tampa where the guy next to us turned around and negligently discharged his gun about 6 inches from my foot. He'd turned around to see what I was shooting that was making so much noise (50 cal desert eagle)
Someone once turned up to Markyate shooting range in full on Don Johnson Miami Vice outfit, complete with shoulder holster and Bren 10 hand gun - look it up - and made the mistake of trying to do a Don Johnson style quick draw with it loaded. Guy in charge saw his finger go through the trigger guard and pinned his hand and arm to his side. Politely told him what he thought of him and ejected him from the range with the instruction never to return.
Byker28i said:
DickyC said:
Bobberoo said:
As already said Byker, a well deserved commendation.
Aaawwww, don't go 657, we were just starting to warm to you!!!
657 is 347 in centipedes. Warm.Aaawwww, don't go 657, we were just starting to warm to you!!!
Or a bus route through Caterham
https://www.southdown.net/657
https://tfl.gov.uk/bus/route/657/
or a cycle route near the north yorkshire moors
https://www.sustrans.org.uk/find-a-route-on-the-na...
https://xm496.com/xl657-rigel/
glenrobbo said:
FIREBALL XL657?And we missed your MILEST0000000000NE post.
Another shooting annecdote
Mrs B didn't like people knowing we lived in the peoples republic of roundabouts.
I found myself once shooting with a minor royal, elderly chap in full tweeds, plus fours, side by side Purdey, who asked where I lived so I gave Mrs B's preferred response "On an estate in north Wiltshire"
"Marvelous dear boy - whats the shooting like..."
Mrs B didn't like people knowing we lived in the peoples republic of roundabouts.
I found myself once shooting with a minor royal, elderly chap in full tweeds, plus fours, side by side Purdey, who asked where I lived so I gave Mrs B's preferred response "On an estate in north Wiltshire"
"Marvelous dear boy - whats the shooting like..."
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