For today I present a guilty pleasure I found over at View From The Porch. (You do click over to Tam’s blog often don’t you? No? Well get cracking and read it!)
Warning: the video’s language is fucking inappropriate for work.
P.S. It appears that the fellow escaped serious harm. Well, maybe I should say “mortal” harm. He was definitely hurt but he’s alive and well and appears to be in relatively good humor. (I’m glad because otherwise I’d feel terrible for enjoying the video so much.)
I check Tam’s blog just about every day. That video just cracks me up. My son and I just watched again. It was even funnier the second time.
I was probably wrong to laugh that hard, forr that long. But I think my blood pressure just dropped 10 points.
This is why I don’t own a gun. Don’t get me wrong; I fervently support the second amendment, but I’m what is commonly referred to as a slewfoot. I have a generous portion of natural clumsiness which, in the presence of powerful tools (and what is a gun other than a tool?) occasionally spikes into the realms of the supernatural. Come the zombie apocalypse I will concentrate on reloading, nailing up bob-wire, cooking, and otherwise making myself useful to those who can shoot without endangering themselves and those standing near them.
Oddly, our homestead abounds with pointy/choppy things. Chainsaws, tractors, and wood splitters oh my. Seems like everything I use is non-OSHA, expensive, and deadly. Hmmm… There’s an article in that somewhere.
On the other hand every bunker needs an honest cook and gofer. One who can re-load ammo and run a fence is the handiest post-apocalypse person on Earth. (Assuming someone else holds down the perimeter.)
lmao. Sounds like a plan to me CSPS. You reload, I’ll shoot.
We had a similar accident during IDPA at my club recently (ND drawing from I’m told a Serpa holster). This video doesn’t seem as funny now… but it’s still impossible to get through it with a straight face.