sup guys. had one heck of an incident today. me, my best friend Ian, and his little cousin loaded up to go to some folks we knows property to shoot some. we had got out to tell the land owners we were there, and were just getting in the truck to drive back to the field to shoot when Blake showed up. Blake is like 24, he's an ex navy rescue swimmer, and he always has some fun firearms to play with. he hopped out with a Llama, a Spanish WWII, 32 semi auto. we checked it out and Ian asked if it shot, and Blake popped off a shot at a stump, then pointed it at the ground to uncock it. i guess the hammer slipped out of his thumb, cuz it went off.
Ian looked at his leg, then looked up, wide eyed, and calmly stated "you just shot me in the leg!" (OK it wasn't exactly calmly) we thought he was messin with us, but that proved to be untrue when we saw the bullet hole in his jeans, which were very quickly turning into red jeans. there was the initial freakout that lasted about ten seconds, then Blake got him layed down and got the bleeding stopped, and 911 was called. by the time the cops got there we were all laughing and making fun of eachother (better than being all up tight right?). I'm sure the cops found that to be a little strange. the ambulance took him to the hospital and we got him checked out.
so here's the summary. the bullet hit the gravel first, because it was pointed down, and ricocheted up into Ian's right leg, about halfway between his ankle and knee in the flesh of the calf to the inside of the bone, and somehow ended up in his heal between the Achilles tendon and the bone. the doctors looked at it and xrayed it and just doped him up, bandaged it, and sent him home.
no one was really at fault, it was just kind of a freak accident. but when something like that happens it kinda makes you realize how easily that bulled could have done ALOT more damage than it did. we just thank god and try to get goofy over here healed up. after all, we never got to shoot the new black powder 44.