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Originally Posted by eDave
Oseola?
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Osceola was the scene of perhaps the biggest brain fart of my life.
Could've killed me, and probably no one on Earth but me knows.
One of the merit badges was marksmanship. Now I don't come from a gun family, but I was a pretty good shot. The one concession I had to figure out was that I was left handed, but can't close just my right eye, so early on I couldn't use the sites. I fashioned an eye patch and soon had some of the best marks in the camp.
Then one day I pull the trigger and nothing happens. Pull it again, nothing.
In a brainfart of monumental proportions, I open the breech and look at the bullet. There I am, my peepers inches away from an unspent round.
Seeing nothing I re-engage the breech and the bullet immediately fires off into the target of the next shooter over.
Hey, I was 12.
