Sorry this is so long.
I was real hesitant to post this, due to the complete stupidity on my part, but I thought some may get a kick out of it, and some may think twice. Three weeks ago I set out in my girlfriends car to deer camp to help my uncle with his muzzleloader tag. I live in Reno and deer camp is about 300 miles east from Reno. I took my S&W 637 airweight with me as I always do. I left town about 5pm after work. I get about 200 miles from home and had to go to the bathroom, so I stop at the top of a very steep, very winding summit to go to the bathroom, I took my pistol out of its holster and set it atop the cars roof, incase of boogy man, or a creeper hitch hiker or something else that needs to be stopped. I go to the bathroom, jump back in the car and drive away. As I make my way down the summit I hear something hit the truck area, and think to myself, oh there must have been a small rock in the road and I kicked it up with a tire. So i keep on trucking down the road. I get about 50 miles past the summit and realize what I have done.
:banghead::banghead::banghead:
So I stop, turnaround and haul A back. Its about 930pm by the time I get back to the summit, now I remember hearing the thump on the trunk and realize what it was. :banghead: I search for about 2 hours in the dark with my flashlight, I thought I remembered what corner I heard the thump in and concentrate my efforts there. Almost midnight with no cell service I give up.
I continue on to deercamp with my head hung low and feeling extremely sick to my stomach. Everything goes through my head from, some little kid picking it up, to some psycho picking it up, to the prison workcrew cleaning trash and one of them picking it up. I thought to my self that I had searched that summit up and down good enough and thought that a pistol sliding off a roof at about 40mph it would have hit the pavement and skipped into the bushes, noone not looking for it would find it. Sunday afternoon on my way back from camp I stop again and take another 2 hours looking for it in the daylight. Nothing. Feeling sick to my stomach still I continue on home. I get back into cell service and decide to call the local sheriffs office to tell them what has happened. Just as I begin to tell the dispatcher what I had done, she interrupts me and asks me if I have lost a pistol. I tell her I have and she tells me the substation near the area I lost is has it, that some bicyclist found it and turned it in. So I call them and we arrange for a day for me to drive out and pick it up. Well yesterday I drove out there and picked it up. The end of the barrell is slightly damaged and the hammer is busted off. But thats it. I am very surprised how good it looks from bouncing off the concrete at about 40mph. I am going to take it to a gunsmith and have them check it out for sure, but I dont see any reason its not still useable. Again sorry for the long post.
Putting flame suit on, but please be easy on me. I have already beat myself up over it more than anyone will ever know...
I was real hesitant to post this, due to the complete stupidity on my part, but I thought some may get a kick out of it, and some may think twice. Three weeks ago I set out in my girlfriends car to deer camp to help my uncle with his muzzleloader tag. I live in Reno and deer camp is about 300 miles east from Reno. I took my S&W 637 airweight with me as I always do. I left town about 5pm after work. I get about 200 miles from home and had to go to the bathroom, so I stop at the top of a very steep, very winding summit to go to the bathroom, I took my pistol out of its holster and set it atop the cars roof, incase of boogy man, or a creeper hitch hiker or something else that needs to be stopped. I go to the bathroom, jump back in the car and drive away. As I make my way down the summit I hear something hit the truck area, and think to myself, oh there must have been a small rock in the road and I kicked it up with a tire. So i keep on trucking down the road. I get about 50 miles past the summit and realize what I have done.
:banghead::banghead::banghead:So I stop, turnaround and haul A back. Its about 930pm by the time I get back to the summit, now I remember hearing the thump on the trunk and realize what it was. :banghead: I search for about 2 hours in the dark with my flashlight, I thought I remembered what corner I heard the thump in and concentrate my efforts there. Almost midnight with no cell service I give up.
I continue on to deercamp with my head hung low and feeling extremely sick to my stomach. Everything goes through my head from, some little kid picking it up, to some psycho picking it up, to the prison workcrew cleaning trash and one of them picking it up. I thought to my self that I had searched that summit up and down good enough and thought that a pistol sliding off a roof at about 40mph it would have hit the pavement and skipped into the bushes, noone not looking for it would find it. Sunday afternoon on my way back from camp I stop again and take another 2 hours looking for it in the daylight. Nothing. Feeling sick to my stomach still I continue on home. I get back into cell service and decide to call the local sheriffs office to tell them what has happened. Just as I begin to tell the dispatcher what I had done, she interrupts me and asks me if I have lost a pistol. I tell her I have and she tells me the substation near the area I lost is has it, that some bicyclist found it and turned it in. So I call them and we arrange for a day for me to drive out and pick it up. Well yesterday I drove out there and picked it up. The end of the barrell is slightly damaged and the hammer is busted off. But thats it. I am very surprised how good it looks from bouncing off the concrete at about 40mph. I am going to take it to a gunsmith and have them check it out for sure, but I dont see any reason its not still useable. Again sorry for the long post. Putting flame suit on, but please be easy on me. I have already beat myself up over it more than anyone will ever know...
