My mom often spoke about "saturday night specials" blowing up in peoples' faces. I don't know why, but she talked about it often when I was young.
So I was about 30ish when my father-in-law mentioned he had a .25 semi-automatic pistol that he hadn't shot since THEY got married and asked me to check it out for him. So I inspect it, take it apart, it looks good, I put it back together and we go out to our farm to test fire it. I point it towards a sand pile and pull the trigger. It goes BANG! and I look and it did not eject the spent casing. It got jammed. So I pull the magazine, clear the jam, look it over, everything moves freely. I load it up again, aim, fire BANG!
OWWWW!!!!! and I feel someone basically punch me in the mouth! I grab my face and my lips are numb. I ask dad if I'm bleeding? He says no. I walk over to the truck and look in the mirror and I have a spiral red mark across both my lips. The slide is laying on the ground. The saturday night special blew up in my hand and the first thing I thought of was my mom! :laughing:
Inspection revealed there was metal fatigue and a long ago occurred crack in the slide that allowed it to break off and come back in my face. The spiral bruise on my lips was from the spring.
It was kinda scary. :thumbsup: