Dumbest Thing I’ve Ever Done...

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I lost an ipod this way years ago. It sucked because it was engraved as a gift.

Sorry for your

Guy I know lost his 9mm Beretta.
Left it on his car.

Found it later, when mowing.
Chopped it in half.
That's a good ass lawn mower if it chopped a gun in half.
 
Not my story, but I was involved so I will tel it. We were having a grand old time at the hunting shack the night before dove season opened. Somehow we managed to nearly run out of beer, and the drunkest of the bunch who could NOT drive a manual decided he was taking the Jeep to town to get a few more cases. I hopped into the passengers seat just in time to feel the Jeep lunging forward as he popped the clutch in 2nd gear and the Jeep bug-jumped towards the road. I was among the more sober and I kept managing to knock the Jeep out of gear, but the guy kept getting it back in gear. I then managed to get the drunk at the wheel to get it stuck in a creek at the end of the driveway, and in a fit of frustration he let me drive to get the Jeep out and take him to get more beer. We went straight back to the cabin and miraculously more beer had been found in another cooler. When the sun finally popped up there was a clear path of Jeep tracks through the wheat field and a pile of stuff that must have been lost in the creek when we swapped drivers. The farmer that owned the place (my friends stepdad) brought the pile to us and asked who was missing a bunch of wet clothes and a pair of Walther p22s, one of which was equipped with a suppressor. Once he figured out the basics of what had happened he gave me a key to the equipment shed and pretty well sent the rest of the crew packing. His stepsons Jeep went into the equipment shed for a few weeks, and that’s the only day I have ever drove a road grader to fix the ruts, or drive a combine to get it out of the way of the grader. He asked me later why I didn’t just use the d6. Supposedly to this day if he lets his stepson borrow any vehicles he asks if I am going along to keep them out of trouble and get his stuff home safe.
 
For many years when something got mis-placed my standard line was "what did the kids do with it". Now that they're grown and gone, the only ones left to blame are myself, Mrs Rembrandt, and the dog. Mrs Rembrandt will deny any knowledge, the dog smiles and wags his tail, I then have to admit who was really responsible. ;)
 
I’m a semi-professional dumb stuff doer.But .....I’m the final recipient of the dumb move.
I have a friend that recently passed that had a Winchester Model 97 with a cuts comp on it. 1950’s vintage. The story goes the gun was nearly new at my friends duck club and it was propped against the then owners truck. He forgot about it and started driving away, the gun fell over And he flattened the first few inches of the muzzle! He was livid with himself and traded it to my friend on the spot. My friend was the shrewdest trader/negotiator ever!
He sawed the bad end off the gun and installed the cutts. He traded me the shotgun for a colt .38 special and a k98 Mauser. I bought a replacement barrel for it but got to thinking the gun has a really good tale to tell and who am I to change that?
 
I found a friends 22-250 and cell phone propped up against a tree while hunting that he left there a week earlier while tracking a deer, I called his dad and told him about it and my friend had been in the woods trying to find it all week, it was about 5ft from where he found the deer. He bought me a 12 pack at least
 
My friend took his 10 year bonus from work and bought a very expensive handheld ham radio, along with a big expensive battery pack, a speaker mike, and a vastly better than original antenna for it. he bought it to my house to show it to me, and we sat in his truck and played with it. He left and ran into another friend and showed it to him. They got talking and somehow, he drove off with it on the roof of his truck. He never heard it slide off. He calls me and is in a panic, "Oh man, if Mary (His wife) finds out I lost it, she's never going to stop talking about it!". So I went and looked for it, starting at the friend's house, and went to the 3 places he went after he left there. We both got to about the halfway point, and in the street, what was left of his 2 day old nearly $1000 radio was in the street, smashed to pieces. Not even the antenna was salvagable. And Mary gives him grief to this day about that radio. She bought him another one that Christmas.
 
Some time ago I noticed a multi-gun case left at one of the shooting stations at my local range, the owner of that case drove off. I left a note where he could find it as the range was locking up. He tracked me down after a couple of hours. Some of those guns in that case were irreplaceable.
 
I hate to hear it. I've never lost a gun but I had one stolen. My grandpa on my moms side passed away probably close to 20 years ago and they gave out his guns to his grandchildren. I got a lever action .22 Marlin Golden 22A with a fixed 4x scope. It shot well and was a nice rifle. There was only one room I kept it in and I never took it anywhere. Well one day I was going to go shoot it in the backyard and I couldn't find it, I thought about it and looked everywhere but it was gone. Surely I couldn't have lost a rifle between the house and the backyard.

The only thing I can think of was it got stolen, someone in my family knew that I had a key hidden on the front porch (did then, not anymore) in case I got locked out and when I was gone, came in and got it, they could have taken any number of things, but they just took that gun. See my mom held onto it for a little while before giving it to me, her boyfriend who was into guns probably didn't want her to give it to me, but she did eventually and I think he wanted it back even though it wasn't his. Don't know this for sure, could have been one of my cousins who did it but I don't think it was. She asked me about it years later, if I still had it, and I said no that it got stolen. She didn't really seemed shocked by that. Oh well.
 
The 2 dumbest things I ever did:

#1. - Crawled and snuck up on a wood chuck only to nail a perfectly shaped rock in the head with my .243.

#2. - Was driving away from the range when intuition told me to double check for my Glock .42. Here it had slipped out of my range bag and fallen on the grass by the shooting bench. (whew)

I feel for you... But, in the end, it is only money.......
 
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