Thanks for sharing that great story David! I quess whenever something disappeared in the family, it went 'gone like the bullet' as a figure of speech
My 'shooting in the house' story has a similarity with Ron's. I also have the leg of a dining chairs on my conscience and it happened in the early 80's as well. But mine was with a .22 biathlon rifle. (glad is was not a .45!)
I was in a hurry to clean it, so I just quickly took it apart on the kitchen floor, cleaned it and got it back together again. Then I fell into the classic 'wrong magazine back into the rifle'-trap. Fired a round when it was still lying on the floor. The bullet went staight trough the leg of a kitchen chair, down to the floor where it made a 'track' pointing directly towards the living room. I followed the mark and found myself looking directly at the family portrait.
But to my luck, the bullet made a hole between the couch and just below the portrait.
This was in my parents house, and I was coward enough to just cover it up the best I could. I plugged the leg of the chair and wall with pieces of wood so that the only 'evidence' was the cut in the floor. Since me and my brothers had moved out by then, it was a great puzzle for my mother how the two of them could have made such a mark under the table. Guess the only ones who know about this now is you guys now, so don't tell anyone
