Title_II wrote:deanp100 wrote:The safety was able to set the old model 12 's off. Maybe this was included for historical reasons.
Deano
^LOL
When I was a kid I had an issue with a .22. We had a house that was not very old, maybe 20 years tops, neighbor built it. A lot of very bad things happened in that house before I ended up there. Somebody hung themself, there was an armed and violent home invasion that I never got the details about (I think it was worse than I was told), and there were spackled up bullet holes/shotgun blasts.
It was a split level ranch. My bedroom was at the far end of the house. Me and a buddy were playing grabass or whatever in my bedroom after school while my parents were at work. Bedroom door was closed. We heard somebody walk up the steps from the lower level, walk down the hall, and stop right on the outside of my bedroom door. My buddy turned as white as a ghost. Not a word was spoken between us. Then he said, "Is that your dad?" or something like that and I said, "No, we would have heard him turn off the alarm." I grabbed the .30-30 and he grabbed the .41 (both over my bed) and we "cleared" the house (didn't know that term back then) fully expecting to blast some people. I didn't want to say it, but my buddy did. "You have a ghost." He was still white as a ghost. I couldn't get him to come to my house for another month or so.
A couple months later, it happened again. Someone walked up the stairs, down the hall, and stopped at my bedroom door. I was alone this time. I grabbed a semi .22 and threw open the door. Nothing. I heard someone in my parent's room across the hall from me, but their door was at the end of the hall so I couldn't see in. This was it, I was going to have to shoot somebody. I pushed the safety to fire and the rifle fired a full-auto burst into the floor (this was a semi). I did not touch the trigger. I was more than a little surprised and the timing was not exactly perfect. I went back to my room and got another gun. Of course, the house was empty.
I never told my parents about this. When you are there, it's one thing, when your kid tells you there was a ghost in the house and he shot up the hallway, it's another. We had no basement (to see beams of light from above) and most of the rounds went into the carpet and where not visible. One round hit the molding but was not apparent unless you looked for it.
That summer I went away for a week or two visiting family. When I came back there was new carpet and the hall was painted. I thought for certain somebody was about to beat my ass so I looked for the hole in the molding. It was spackled. Nobody ever said a word about it and to this day I haven't brought it up.
