Bob Wright
Hawkeye
On three occasions I have been handed a loaded firearm that was supposed to be empty.
(1) I was visiting a friend up in Ohio, and was sitting in a stuffed chair in his basement den when he handed me his wife's 20 ga. Ithaca pump to examine. I placed the butt on my thigh and tried to rack the slide back. It didn't budge. Cocked, I knew, loaded, maybe. I pressed the slide release and racked the slide back. A yellow 20 ga. shell flipped out and bounced off my chest into my lap. Much to his embarrassment.
(2) I was in a gun shop when a customer drew out a Colt Government Model clone, released the loaded magazine, and handed me the pistol. I racked back the slide and had a live .45 ACP round flip out and clatter onto the counter top.
(3) I was in the lobby of an indoor shooting range when one of the workers came out from the firing range with a Reising M-55 (?) sub machine gun. He removed the magazine and handed me the SMG to examine. I reached my forefinger into the fore end and pulled the slide back. A live .45 ACP round was revealed as the bolt slowly opened, then dropped into my lap.
Fortunately, when I was a youngster, I learned to open nearly every type of firearm I could find.
Bob Wright
(1) I was visiting a friend up in Ohio, and was sitting in a stuffed chair in his basement den when he handed me his wife's 20 ga. Ithaca pump to examine. I placed the butt on my thigh and tried to rack the slide back. It didn't budge. Cocked, I knew, loaded, maybe. I pressed the slide release and racked the slide back. A yellow 20 ga. shell flipped out and bounced off my chest into my lap. Much to his embarrassment.
(2) I was in a gun shop when a customer drew out a Colt Government Model clone, released the loaded magazine, and handed me the pistol. I racked back the slide and had a live .45 ACP round flip out and clatter onto the counter top.
(3) I was in the lobby of an indoor shooting range when one of the workers came out from the firing range with a Reising M-55 (?) sub machine gun. He removed the magazine and handed me the SMG to examine. I reached my forefinger into the fore end and pulled the slide back. A live .45 ACP round was revealed as the bolt slowly opened, then dropped into my lap.
Fortunately, when I was a youngster, I learned to open nearly every type of firearm I could find.
Bob Wright