It’s that time of year now. October is here!
All across the country, big game firearms seasons are opening up. As my old friend, Reverend Roy Steward used to call it, it’s the “High Holy Season” for those of us who find our spiritual nourishment in the fields and forests.
And all across the country, we’re seeing news reports of death and injuries involving hunters and firearms. Some of the accidents are the result of careless negligence, some are just pure bad luck, and there are some that carry a much more sinister overtone.
A couple of regular readers here have alerted me to this tragedy in Florida , where a man shot his son as they hunted hogs in the swamps. The details haven’t been released at this time, so it’s unclear if this was just a tragic accident or the result of careless gun handling. Regardless, I can only imagine the horror and despair that this man must be feeling.
Another hunter in Georgia was killed when his handgun accidentally discharged, shooting him in the neck. Also just in are reports of the untimely death of Jocelyn Leger who was killed by a poacher’s errant bullet while goose hunting in Ontario . You can read more about this, along with updates, over at the Moose Droppings blog. Moose has been on top of this since it happened.
So, where am I going with this?
Well, to begin with, I’m not trying to throw a harsh light on how dangerous hunting is. It’s actually pretty safe, statistically. A hunter is more likely to be injured or killed inside his own home, than in the field.
And I’m not going to focus on the danger of guns, because first of all, a gun is not dangerous, the person handling it is…and secondly, the majority of hunting accidents and fatalities are not firearms related. Falls from treestands, ATV accidents, and other causes are more likely to hurt or kill a hunter than a gunshot wound.
No, I just want to use this opportunity to enjoin all of you hunters reading this to be safe. Practice safe gun handling, remember the basic rules of gun safety, and let those tenets guide your actions both in the field, at the range, and even at home (plenty of accidents happen when cleaning or storing firearms). Kristine over at the Hunt Smart, Think Safety blog has already started the discussion, and while I’d hate to seem a copycat, you can never preach too much safety.
So, straight from the International Hunter Safety Education Association, here are the four basic rules of firearm safety:
- Assume every gun to be loaded.
Consider any firearm you have not just unloaded to be loaded and treat it accordingly.
- Control the muzzle–point guns in a safe direction.
You must decide what the safest available muzzle direction is and keep your firearm pointed in that direction. Never point a firearm at yourself or others.
- Trigger Finger–keep your finger off the trigger until ready to fire.
The natural instinct when picking up a firearm is to put your finger in the trigger guard. DON’T! This could cause an accidental discharge if the gun is loaded.
- Target–be sure of your target and beyond.
Never point your firearm at something you do not intend to shoot. Make sure you positively identify what you are shooting at and know what lies in front of and beyond it.
Do not use telescopic sights as a substitute for binoculars when identifying persons, animals or objects.
As if the recent news reports aren’t enough, here’s a little cautionary tale from my own life. There’s more than one that I could share, but this sticks with me, personally, a lot more than any others.
On a duck hunt several years ago, I’d carried my daughter in with me. She used to love to go along as long as the weather was reasonable. Her favorite job was to “take care of the dog.”
I’d set us up on a point of land that jutted into a little pond. It wasn’t a hot spot by any means, but it was comfortable and dry, and with a little work, folding down the reeds and piling up some deadfall, I’d built up a nicely camouflaged nest.
If you can picture the arrangement, I put my dog, as usual, at my feet. My daughter sat beside the dog to my right. We were on a slight hill, so I was elevated slightly above both of them. I sat with my legs out in front of me, reclining against the hill. My shotgun, as usual, was cradled across my lap pointing to my left (I’m right handed) and slightly downhill.
It was a slow, bluebird day, and we were pretty much just kicking back enjoying the day. Finally, a lone dot in the distance came closer and slowly became a duck. It came on steadily, drawn either by the decoys or by the sheltered cove in the corner of the pond. I didn’t care, as long as it was coming in. Finally, a duck!
I hunkered down, and encouraged my daughter to stay low as the bird came closer and closer. Finally, as the duck turned on the wind and cuppted its wings to drop in with our decoys, I raised the old double-barrel to take the shot.
This gun fits me like a glove, and raising it to fire has always been as natural as rubbing my nose. It’s become nearly reflexive… swing to my shoulder and release the safety with my thumb as the gun comes on target… but something didn’t feel quite right as I lifted the gun from my lap. There was a slight resistance, that kept the gun from reaching my shoulder, and suddenly there was an explosion! I felt the blood leave my head, and a wave of dizziness swept through me. What the hell just happened? I never touched the trigger!
As I gathered my wits, I did a quick check to insure that my daugher and my dog were both OK. Then I saw what had happened.
Reeds from our blind had passed inside the trigger guard, and when I raised the gun my palm trapped them against the butt. That was the resistance I felt when I raised the gun. When I released the safety, the reeds pulled both triggers simultaneously, discharging two loads of 3″ magnum #2 shot harmlessly into the air over the pond. I’d never had an accidental discharge before, and my mind spun at how quickly it had happened.
In retrospect, it wasn’t really that close of a call. I am extraordinarily conscientious about muzzle control (to the point that I really irritate some of my hunting partners..I hate looking down the barrel of someone else’s gun), so no one was ever really at risk. I never allowed the muzzle to cover either my daughter (shudder) or my dog, but I suddenly understood how quickly a tragic accident can happen. The briefest lapse of discipline is all it would take. It still makes my heart flutter and my breath stop when I consider what could have been, and what that would have meant to the rest of my life.
It only takes a second to be safe. It only takes a second for an accident to change your life forever.
To borrow from Sgt Esterhaus in Hill Street Blues, “Hey. Let’s be careful out there.”