What's the strangest circumstance you ever found yourself in while handling a gun?

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Got up one morning and looked out the bedroom window and there in the back field was a fox. Got my rifle and shot the fox all done while stark naked.
Back in the spring i saw a cow moose out the back of the house and again whilst naked grabbed the camera and went outside and photographed the moose. When she saw me she gave me a very old fashioned look. Must have been the wellie boots i was wearing.
 
Got up one morning and looked out the bedroom window and there in the back field was a fox. Got my rifle and shot the fox all done while stark naked.
Back in the spring i saw a cow moose out the back of the house and again whilst naked grabbed the camera and went outside and photographed the moose. when she saw me she gave me a very old fashioned look. Must have been the wellie boots i was wearing.
 
Once did some 200 yard shooting in Nevada dessert where there was a stead 60 MPH wind with gusts of 75 mPH. Had tumble weeds rolling over people on the line. Walking down to the 200 yard mark was difficult. Was a surreal experience. Kind is scared me a bit at the time as well.
 
Warp said:
Any points for handling and loading a pistol in the bathroom of an international airport?



It seems that you are, though, lol.
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Interviewing from a hotel room while handling a firearm vs dry firing in your own home, which is an activity I think any good shooter engages in......... Two different things.

Yes, handing and loading a gun in an international airport would qualify.
 
Entering a building in Afg and a savage jumped on me in the dark and we started fighting for my M4. Obviously I won.
 
460Kodiak said:
Interviewing from a hotel room while handling a firearm vs dry firing in your own home, which is an activity I think any good shooter engages in......... Two different things.

Yes, handing and loading a gun in an international airport would qualify.
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Well, when it is your hotel room where you are staying, it IS your domicile at the time, recliners and couches seem pretty similar...

BTW there was another person in the bathroom at the time who definitely heard the slide run home as I chambered a round. Legal, awkward, best to avoid, but probably better than being seen handling the gun out in the open somewhere or trying to do it in a car and then get it into an IWB holster while seated.
 
Not exactly handling the gun. I'm single and clean my guns on the kitchen counter where I can look through the kitchen wall pass-through to the tv. I'd left my cleaned Python Target on the counter in the pass through. My new girlfriend's adult daughter was in town for the Christmas holidays and came over for a drink, sitting at the counter on a bar stool. I noticed the Python was sitting there and explained it was a family tradition to gather round the gun for a drink during the holidays. 12 years later, same girlfriend.


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Warp said:
Well, when it is your hotel room where you are staying, it IS your domicile at the time, recliners and couches seem pretty similar...
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:rolleyes: Well gee, thanks for pointing out how correct you are and how flawed my post was. Lord knows we can't have a fun thread on THR without the obligatory irrelevant nitpicking. The point was that I was interviewing for a job, and working the action on a gun at the same time, and that was what I found amusing.

If the ship is sinking, I don't really care if it's from hitting a rock or an iceberg. The ship is still sinking, and picking things apart just for the sake of picking things apart just pisses everyone off.
 
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After having crow problems. I threw bait out the bathroom window. Loaded up subsonics in a older springfield 87a. Saw the murder of crows. Racked the bolt and the rifle went off. I didnt see the cat for a few days and the dog went under the bed. Found out the rifle would discharge after racking the bolt. Took it apart a few times to check for broken parts. Didnt see anything. Took it to the range and went to shoot and it unloaded the whole tube. So i decided to melt it down. It was the most recent "strange encounters of the gun kind"
 
Deer hunting with a sidelock muzzleloader. I was sitting against a round hay bale at the edge of a large field. Opposite me was a nice doe and her two yearlings. It was late afternoon and I was sooooo comfortable that I dropped off into a snooze while watching them. I woke up to the doe sniffing at the toe of my boot and the two younger ones standing off about 15 feet. She saw me open my eyes and they all skittered off. Ah, the memories.
 
Not my anecdote, but one I like. The story goes that Martin Sheen was in the studio dubbing the voice-over narration for his character (Capt. Willard) in Apocalypse Now. Something wasn't "working" and the director Francis Ford Coppola sought the help of the master screenwriter (and directer) John Milius who had written the screenplay. Milius, a gun nut if anyone is, drew his locked-and-cocked 1911a1 and smacked it on the table---demanding that Sheen (NOT a gun guy by a long shot) grasp the .45 while recording his narration to better put himself into the mind of his character---a SF officer / assassin. The gimmick worked, and Sheen delivered the deep and resonant narration so integral to the film.
 
Another second-hand story, since my life is not as entertaining...

My best friend from high school lived in the same semi-rural housing development as his in-laws. His mother in law complained that the deer were ruining her large garden, so Al volunteered to reduce the deer population. Late one fall afternoon he went to his in-laws' home with his Mauser 98 sporter, opened the kitchen window, which had a great view of the garden, laid the rifle on the kitchen table with the muzzle out the window, and made himself comfortable in one of the kitchen chairs.

About half an hour later his father-in-law came home from work, walked into the kitchen, saw Al sitting at the table, and said, "Hey Al, you want a beer?"

Al replied, "Can't. I'm hunting."
 
Was about to be frisked by private security at a site I was about to enter on a job while wearing a ballistic vest and carrying a S&W 3913. I suddenly forgot something in my car and did not return.
 
Several years back my oldest daughter was in her senior year Her then boy friend showed up and ask me how to field strip a AR-15 He had just picked up. I stood their and stripped down handing him the parts as I removed . When finished I told him to now put it back together and walked off . Took him a bit . He got it back together. He became a pretty good shot and Joined the Army couple years later. I like him guns and went to military She should have married him.
 
They say that confession is good for the soul, and especially since mine is going to seem pretty tame after some of what i have read here.

On September 11, 2001 I was taking a day off, so I turned on the TV and saw the 1st tower on fire. I wondered what idiot had flown a small plane into that building during "severe clear" conditions. Then I saw the second jet hit the second tower, and I knew we were at war. Almost without thinking I got my Garand out of my gun safe, and held on to it as the rest of that days news unfolded. When my wife came home from work I was still holding it, almost as if it was some sort of security blanket.

Looking back, it wouldn't have been the best choice out of all that was in my gun safe if we had seen all of or neighborhoods attacked by hordes of screaming jihadis, but that day it just felt right.
 
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A number of years ago the Chicago suburb I live in had a problem with skunks in that they seemed to be everywhere. Everyone I knew that had a dog, including us, was in the habit of checking their yards before letting their dogs out, making sure there were no skunks so that their dogs didn't get sprayed. We had a skunk that would come out at every day at dusk, walk through my next door neighbor's yard and into ours. One evening I checked the yard, didn't see any and let my dog out. Just as I let her out the skunk came out of some bushes. Our dog charged it and got sprayed in the face from about a foot away. I pretty much lost my temper watching her coughing and foaming at the mouth. I gave her a bath, got a pellet rifle and stood by our family room window, waiting for the skunk to return. Just as it came out and I was pointing the rifle out the window to shoot it, my ex (we were married at the time) and my oldest son, who was late middle school/early high school age came home and walked in the family room. At the same time that she yelled "what are you doing" my son yelled "all right dad". The skunk ran off when it heard the yelling, and I explained to them what was going on. The skunk got it later that night.
 
Don't know if it's the strangest-certainly one of the dumbest, and it too, relates to a ...skunk!

Graduated high school in Oklahoma & my buddy & I were deer hunting on his family's section of land. His woods were so thick with dry leaves that we jumped the fence and were walking, at almost-light-enough-to-see, in his neighbor's pasture so we could cross back over & not make so much noise.

That part of Oklahoma was having a severe rabid skunk problem-for those who aren't aware, if you see a skunk in the daytime, it is almost guaranteed that it's rabid.

So we're halfway to where we want to be when we see this small "stump" start moving, about 50 yards away. We stop dead in our tracks, forget we're deer hunting (we were about 17 at the time) and launch in to a full-blown discussion, at normal volume, of whether we should shoot this skunk, could be rabid, it's not really daytime yet, maybe it's going back to its den, etc. etc.

We decided that since the skunk was moving away from us & it really wasn't daylight, we'd let it go so we didn't spook any deer off.

Decision made, we take...ONE single step forward, and this HUMONGOUS, at least 8-point buck EXPLODES away...deep into my buddy's woods, as we just about jumped out of our boots. He had been standing perfectly still, watching us, from no more than 20 yards away.

After our heart rates slowed down, I looked at my friend, bent over in front of him, and said "You kick me in the butt, then I'll kick you in the butt!"

Sam
 
Second story:

Unsuccessful morning turkey hunt with a friend, we are giving the slates one last try, even got the rooster a half mile away to call back... then the large pack of coyotes across the next field and down in the gulch start baying back at us "turkeys."

I looked at my friend and said "I've got three rounds" (legal maximum). He said "Me too." (I think we both had another three rounds each in our hunting vests.)

We pretty much walked back to the car back-to-back scanning for the coyotes, who never came.. at least not that we saw.
 
Having a CMP Garand delivered to my clinic (psychiatrist) and going to the billing office to open/inspect it. Drug rep happened to come in. He was into guns and I spent way too much time chatting it up with him and got behind.
 
460Kodiak said:
I was interviewing for a job that could be life changing and secure my retirement income and status, all while manipulating the action on a revolver.

The odd thing was, I kept doing it, because I found it relaxing and that it helped me focus on answering the questions. So I can officially say I have interviewed for a job with a gun in my hand.
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Consequently, I was just offered the job about two hours ago, and accepted it. It's just kind of a nice ending to the story.

Now that I'll be making more money....... what guns will I buy?
 
Picked up a Remington 870 I'd bought at an auction - the auction house happened to be a large jewelry store where I knew a few of the staff in passing. Ended up ambling over to one of the jewelry counters with the missus who stood there trying a few rings etc on while chatting with the staff. After a while it dawned on me that I was holding a pump action shotgun inside of a jewelry store in full view from anyone on the street. Went back to the auction counter and requested if they had a gun bag I could stick it in.
 
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