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I don't mean what I am about to say as an insult or to demean anyone, or to "question anyone's manhood."
Please look at that o.p. picture again.
Especially if it upsets you or "grosses you out."
The time to find such sights upsetting or for them to make you want to vomit is not when a tragedy occurs and the life, you, may need to save is that of your significant other, child, parent, or best friend. It may not be at the range. Car accidents are ridiculously too common and way too many people are permanently injured or killed in them. Accidents with tools at home or at work. The list is vast if places and manners in which series trauma can occur.
Get inoculated to such sights now. Look at that pic. Seek out others....
More importantly,,,,, seek out basic level trauma care training.
I am not talking about taking an EMT class.
The 1st class that comes to mind is, "Stop The Bleed," excellent relatively short class, keeps up with the latest trauma care trends coming out of Iraq and Afghanistan in the last 20 years,,, boiled down for the average citizen.
Check out a group called, "Field Craft Survival," they are not just firearms and weapons craft training, in fact that is a small percentage of their value. They have many classes that involve trauma care.
East coast folks. Not sure if they still offer it, but look it up, Sig Acadamy used to offer a "First Aid for Range Safety Officers," class that was pretty good.
Remember, we call police, fire, and ems "first responders," they are not. They are second.
When you and your family are in a car accident, kitchen or workshop accident, when your there when an incident involving injury occurs on the range,,,, you are there,,,,
you are the first responder.
Being former military LEO I had a lot of training for all sorts of wounds. The rubber really met the road in 2007 or so when in my civilian job, a 78 year old fellow I worked with didn't set the brake on the tractor. All he did was bushhog, and so he got off to relieve himself without setting the brake. 15 foot batwing rolled back on him and took off half his foot. The poor ol fella got back on the tractor and drove it a quarter mile to the shop where I was airing up a trailer tire to head to town.
He parked up and for a moment I didn't think anything of it because he would often park up and chat. Then I saw his bare leg where his jeans had been nearly torn off. And his foot. All I had to hand was my overshirt which I promptly wrapped about it and applied pressure. His poor circulation probably saved his life.
We got EMT there and he was life-flighted to Grady in ATL about 30 miles away. But before the chopper could take off I had to go back to the field and find his wallet and I found the boot that previously covered his foot. Poor fella only had a driver's license in his wallet. Literally nothing else. Next time I saw him he had a new foot, and a driving aid so he could gas the truck with his left foot.
My supervisor's supervisor asked my supervisor if they should get me a new shirt. I reckoned Sammy's life was worth any shirt I owned so I declined. Learn some basic life-saving skills. Any random day could be like the OP described.