I'm speechless. 

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[h=2]My 1st and last ND Very nasty picture not for weak stomach[/h]
How do you know it will be your last?
I have been reading this thread since you first posted it. Man it sucks that it happened but you seem to be taking it very well. Of course I know there is nothing you can do about it now. This thread can be a valuable learning tool for a lot of people. We all know that safety, safety, safety cannot be stressed enough when handling a firearm!
Can I have your permission to share your initial picture with another firearms forum?
When I was a kid I knew someone who was slightly luckier than you. He and my father were trading guns one night and he'd been fondling a little .22 all night, then putting it down. Eventually they decided to put the guns away and have a beer, and A (the friend of my dad, name redacted to protect the guilty) got a little tipsy. He finally asked to see the .22 again. Dad had been drinking as well and got tired of clearing the gun earlier in the night (I think he was carrying it in a pocket at the time) and said "It's loaded and hot" as he set it on the coffee table.
That was mistake number 2 that night.
A picked up the pistol and was looking at it and fondling it some more in his right hand, his beer in his left (Mistake number 1 was having guns about while drinking) and he decides to try the trigger.
Yep, you guessed it. Right through his beer, and then his left hand, right between the middle and ring finger knuckles. His dog was laying on the floor at his feet and at first he thought he'd shot the dog, since it was covered in blood and broken glass and beer, so the first thing he did was check the dog... then he realized he'd shot himself.
I was about seven or eight when this happened, and from that point on whenever that guy would visit I would meet him at the door and demand that he hand over all of his ammo. He'd stuff his left hand into his pocket and hand me the rounds that he'd already cleared from his guns before he approached the house.
By the way, my dad gave A that pistol. Dad said if he wanted the thing bad enough to shoot himself with it he'd just hand it over and avoid any more bloodstains on the carpet or holes in the house.
As far as I know, A still has it.
.......On another note, maybe you could wrap up that middle finger and send it to someone in your avatar?![]()