With youth hunting weekends and rifle seasons starting up in
many areas I thought it would be appropriate to share a story about gun safety
that a Twitter friend sent me. His name is David Ivy and you might know him on
twitter (@BigDave1961). Instead of posting mounds of information on gun safety
tips that can easily be found anywhere online I just want to share his personal
story.
Take it and read it to your kids, your friends, and anybody
who will listen. It’s a great way to start the conversation on gun safety.
Educate your kids on guns, don’t try to hide guns from them without informing
them what they are. Curiosity will be in every child’s head and they will find
your guns or be around them at some point and education is the only way to ensure
smart decisions.
Please do not judge David, his buddy or the actions in this
story. This is real.
My hunting buddy took his 1st breath of air on March 23,
1990...while he's yet to figure out the big plan for his life we know there is
one...
My buddy started tagging along with me fishing and hunting at an early
age. A young hunter in the making he had harvested some trophy bucks and
awesome gobblers, before taking his required hunter education course when he
was 11.
In early March of 2004, I purchased his birthday present, a Benilli turkey shot
gun, but I left it at the local store knowing I would pick it up on the
23rd. We were scheduled to turkey hunt with a close friend on the weekend
following his birthday.
Life was good until...2:30 a.m. on Thursday, March 18th. My buddy had
gone to spend the night at a friend’s house the evening of March 17th.
Now understand I'm not knocking single moms, but the friend’s mom was single
and not knowledgeable about firearms.
At 2:30 a.m. I answered the ringing phone to hear my son state that he had been
accidentally shot with an unloaded .22 in the face, while playing video games.
The friend’s mom wasn't able to talk to me as she was still asleep.
Petrified I asked my son if he had called 911, he replied yes. He told me
that he loved his mom and myself, and that he was sorry for fussing with his
mom earlier the previous day.
I told him we were on the way and to have the medics call us when they got
there. The home he was visiting was out in the county and the nearest
hospital was just a small town medical facility.
When we arrived at the hospital the ER personnel were kind and they advised us
that he was stable and was going to be air lifted to the University Medical
Center Pediatric Trauma center some 80 miles away.
When we arrived by ground at the Medical Center and he wasn't there we learned
that turbulent weather caused the chopper to return him to the local
hospital. Finally after what seemed like forever an ambulance arrived,
with my son being rolled in on a stretcher he gave me his thumbs up. I
think he could see the stress and worry on my face.
Shortly upon arrival at the Trauma Center a young doctor came in to perform a
visual examination, which led to X-rays, etc. The doctor was amazed that
there was no apparent nerve damage, only broken teeth, bullet fragments in his
jaw, and a broken jaw. Surgery was performed later in the afternoon to
clean up the jaw, and to wire his mouth closed.
On Saturday afternoon he was released from the hospital. I told the
doctor about the birthday present that was to be picked up the first of the
week. His advice was simple, give it to him. My next concern was
that his mom was going to tell me to get rid of all the guns in the house, but
thankfully that didn't happen.
On Tuesday night the 23rd we had a small birthday party. When he opened
the box tears filled his eyes. We had to postpone his turkey trip a few
weeks, the doctor said he shouldn't hunt until he was off the pain meds.
In late April we made that turkey hunt and with 2 big gobblers just out of gun
range my buddy said “Dad I don't think I can do this”. I said a little
prayer that these birds would stay out of gun range so that he wouldn't feel
bad about not being able to squeeze the trigger. Later that morning back
at the camp house some of the other guys took him out to the range to help him
overcome his new fear. About 30 minutes later he said “Dad I'm ready
let's get a bird this afternoon.”
Later that summer he was invited to speak at a Jakes Day event on gun
safety. One could have heard a pin drop when he introduced himself and
started his story with "my friend accidentally shot me" with an
unloaded gun.
I never questioned any parent(s) before that night about whether they kept guns
in their house. I never questioned whether they kept their weapons
properly stored. As you might imagine after that night I certainly asked
questions and if the answers weren't right, I was a bad parent for keeping my son
at home.
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Unfortunately we weren’t able to obtain the
pictures of the x-rays to show the damage but I think the facts of the story
are powerful enough. Talk to your kids, educate them, and hopefully we can
eliminate these kinds of incidents.