Funny Gun Story. Tell yours.

[Gunlovingvet]

When I was stationed in San Diego on the USS Jason in the late 80s I moon lighted as a rent a cop. I drove an old 69 GMC with a camper on it and parked in one of the pay lots off 32nd st near the enlisted club.
Well one night after my shift I was sitting in my camper having a cold Strohs when the door knob rattled so I un-holster my security Six Stainless 357 and point it in the door way just as the door swung open. There was a drunk sailor looking down that Big Hole and he just feel backwards out the door with a resounding THUD!
By the time I got out of the booth to go look he was gone but there was a pretty good spot of his noggen blood on the pavement. I bet he never pulled that again.

[SIXSLUG]

OK Here's one. When I was a kid growing up in San Diego I did a lot of dove and quail shooting with my first shotgun, a Rem 1100 LH 12 ga. It shot real well and I got pretty good with it. Well after a small earthquake my gun rack fell off the wall and dinged up my shotgun and .22 leveraction. I could see a noticable bend in the barrel of the shotgun and was frustrated so I set it aside and used my newly acquired Win Model 12 20 ga.
Me and a couple buddies were out shooting clays to hone our skills for bird season and had our know it all friend with us. Well I handed him the 1100 with the bent tube and said here hot shot, why don't you show us how to shoot. Well he must've fired two boxes of reloads before he finally connected with one to which he stated,"OH I see now, you aim below and to the left of them! Well wouldn't you know he started hitting them until we moved the trap and screwed him all up again.
About a week later I had the local smith straighten the barrel and we went out again and my buddy insisted that I let him shoot the 1100 because he was gettin good with it. Oh brother I was almost in tears, he was blaming the shells, the sun, his shoes, my hat...anything at all to explain why he was missing everything. I finally told him what was going on and he got the hang of shootin straight finally. Fun times!

Kurt

[Gunlovingvet]

LOL Thats Funny.

[Redleg]

I was home on leave in '92 and my buddy and I went to his family's cabin for some fishing. I took along my new CZ-75 I brought back from Germany. I didn't realize he never shot semi auto before. He shot once and dropped in on the ground and was hollering. The slide got his thumb.

[tightgroup]

Just before 4th of July last year, one of the guys on opencarry.org suggested that everybody open carry that weekend in honor of Independance Day. My wife and I thought it was a great idea and made sure our guns were openly displayed.

We were headed out for vacation that weekend up to Glacier National Park in Montana. On the way up my wife was driving the Dodge with trailer in tow. She got off the highway to get fuel and just as she was pulling into the station she had to stop for someone that was exiting a pump. The guy behind us got impatient and started honking. We sat there for a few more seconds and as we were pulling up to our pump the "impatient guy" raced up to the next island to the right of us.

I didn't think much of it until I was exiting the vehicle. As I got out I scanned the area and noticed the "impatient guy" standing in front of his vehicle with a scowl on his face. I noticed his eyes drop to my hip and when they focused on my 45 he stopped frowning and made a beeline for the pump. He looked back and I just gave him a little smile.

We open carried the nearly the entire weekend without incident. I say nearly because you cannot open carry in a national park so we curbed our independance and put the guns away while visiting Glacier.

[Kicker96FS]

An armed society is a polite society.

[XLR8R]

I have a habit of carrying long guns in the trucks and forgetting about them when they aren't in my hands.

Several years ago (post 911) I was in Huntsville with my son visiting family, and as usual our routine included visiting the local military museums. Since my cousin works in the rocket program at NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center, he drove us there & showed us some neat places - like where they eat lunch.

Anyway, he suggested we visit the U.S. Space & Rocket Center the next day and check out the museum. It was easy enough to find - didn't even need directions, as it's directly off the interstate. Upon arriving at the gate, I saw the realistic-looking security shack and uniformed guard and figured we were in for a treat (always more fun when the museums add those details for accuracy).

We were in my big '98 Ram, which besides all the aluminum diamond plate toolboxes in the bed had a home-made 3-tier SS gun rack across the back window, stacked with the usual scoped Ruger 10-22 in stainless, my Marlin 336SS 30-30 and the workhorse VZ-24 Mauser. The camo'd guard asked what we wanted and I replied from under my Stetson "we come up from Texas to see what all y'all have in heah and get some pix" as I brandished my camera for him. He gave me a strange look...

Then I noticed 3 other guards coming out of the shack, but they were all in black, with plenty of gear hanging off of them - kind of like a SWAT team... their fake weapons even looked great. I told Evan "boy, this place is purty neat - never seen such a realistic entrance before - can't wait to check out all the good stuff inside!"

The guard pointedly asked me a couple more times what we were doing - long enough for the "SWAT" guys to surround us with weapons at the ready. Gradually, it dawned on me (and the security officer) that I was in the wrong place - the NASA museum was another 1/2 mile or so down the road, but we'd tried to gain entry onto the Redstone Arsenal!

I promised him if they let us leave, I'd surely never come back...



That incident ranks right up there with the time I was lost in Carthage, turned around in an auto shop's parking lot and managed to drive the truck (again with weapons in plain view) right into the middle of a stake-out/staging area to take down a meth lab. Those LEOs were PO'd!