Any amusing stories about friends discovering guns in your house?

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The thread about household gun management reminded me of an amusing story. Most of our close friends know about our home’s gun culture. Most of them are part of it but one close friend is not (not anti though). He used to be single (The wife is proud, said friend had a New Year’s Eve party and another guest was a single girl my wife took an immediate liking too. The wife prodded the formerly single friend to ask her out and the rest is history.)

So anyway they were just starting dating and she isn’t (yet) a gunnie. Not anti (grilled her before we let them get serious) just not raised around them.

The first time she came over there was 7.62x54r ammo in 5 gallon buckets in the living room (made big AIM purchase and I always open the SPAM cans – some SPAM cans go bad. It was a bit eye opening for her.

The second time she was over we were having a house party. One set of friends had a rug rat along so I took the AR15 from under our bed and slipped it under the bed pillows. Well said rug rat needs a diaper change so she and mom go to our bedroom to do the task. She sits down on the bed and lies against the pillows, feels something hard, investigates, and comes up with the AR. No big deal to us EBRs with big magazines look shocking to some.

She and her now hubby still laugh about how shocked she was. After that though, nothing she sees or hears around us seems wierd anymore.
 
Buddy of mine noticed that I kept a loaded SKS in my room at my old apt. (No kids around and only me and my fiancee lived there.)
He pointed to it and asked me "why?" Then proceeded to lecture me about it and how he took hunter safety and just didn't believe that you should have a loaded firearm around. His theory was that there would be time to load it if some schmoes broke in to attack me.
Anywho, some months later we were in a gun store and he was admiring a Tommygun. I noticed him pointing it all around the store with his finger on the trigger and he never once checked the chamber.
So much for Seargent Safety...:rolleyes:
 
well, a friend from my old job (walmart) was visiting my house one day, when at home I usually carry openly, and after about 45 minutes of conversation he finally noticed the pistol on my hip. the look on his face was priceless.
 
My sister-in-law was visiting right after I got married. We had been doing errands all day (mostly outlet mall shopping) and when I got home I took my holstered XD off my belt, set it on the counter and headed to my room for some shorts, chatting with my new father-in-law on the way. I came back in shorts, slid a paddle holster on and switched the XD over. Only then did I notice my S-I-L standing rooted to the spot with a shocked look on her face. She then looked at me and asked "Is that real?" I just shook my head. Father-in-law laughed at her.
 
Navy SEAL buddy of mine found my BU gun. It was a .25acp. You can bet I took a ribbing for that. He didn't believe me when I told him I could shoot his eyes out at 30' until I took him to the range to show him. He doesn't laugh at it anymore.
 
This one is a little backwards...but...
We had new neighbors move in, met each other and got along pretty well.
We were not close friends over the following few months, but they knew they could call us for any little thing, and it was reciprocal.

I was over one day, and we were talking politics and firearms came up.

You know how it goes, you tip toe around a bit to feel it out, blah blah blah.
Well, I disclose my love of firearms and wouldn't you know it...
the neighbor I thought least interested breaks out his FN/FAL.

Been pretty close ever since. :D
 
First year up here I'm sitting at my desk cleaning my 1911 and my roomie and his GFW girlfriend walk in. She sees me working on something mechanical and thinks nothing of it....till about 15 minutes later when I reassemble it and she relizes what it is. Think of the typical horror movie scream and that pretty much sums it up.
 
I had a female friend over who saw my AK (SAR-1) leaning against a wall, and she remarked "wow, that is a menacing looking BB gun..." ;)
 
Yes, I suppose I do. When my wife and I were moving in here, the landlord was watching as we unpacked. He knew I owned guns I'm sure, since we had talked about hunting and such, but he probably didn't know how many, or what kind.

As I pulled an SKS out of the back of the car, he spoke up, "Is that a machine gun?" Nope I replied, just a semi-auto rifle$ I showed it to him, and told him a little about it. A few minutes later, when I came back for my third trip he said "You got a firearms license or something?" I chucked and replied, "As a matter of fact I do." (A C&R.) He thought that was pretty cool. I told my wife, "He hasn't seen the handguns yet." ;)

He's a hunter and trapper himself, but think he's the kind of fellow who has one gun or two guns, and has just never seen much need for any more.
 
keep a 870 behind the couch (no kids)- Wifes friend (big anti-) was at such an angle as to see behind the couch- asked what it was, then freaked that her friend was sitting on a couch where a gun was. I was asked to move it, I asked them to leave, after that she mellowed out but always sits at the far end away from it...
 
...this is a funny thread :)

people always give me these strange looks when
i draw a Glock field knife to cut the onions.
 
people always give me these strange looks when
i draw a Glock field knife to cut the onions.

I get the same thing when at a steakhouse and pull my spyderco to cut the steak.
Why use the dull garbage they give you if you have a razor sharp knife at your disposal?
Fun indeed.
 
I had my uncles from Ireland come over to visit, and they knew that here in America firearms are legal and I have a few, so I take the younger one upstairs to see my SMLE.

As he comes in, he sees an old Parris Dunn toy M1903, a Swedish Mauser stock, a Red Ryder BB gun, and a sporterized Mosin I have leaning in the corner opposite the door, because none of them are long enough to fit between the beams overhead, and he immediately notices them, assumes they're it, and states how terrifically impressed he is by my collection, and how nice they are.

Following his gaze and confident he hadn't noticed what was hanging over his head, I smirk and point up, and as he cranes his head back he almost falls on his ass in shock.

He was extremely impressed by the Gewehr 98 I showed him, despite being unfamiliar with firearms, the quality was immediately obvious. And of course, being near-enough to a limey, the SMLE with bayonet made him grin.
 
When I lived in California, I had one of my saiga's mounted above the fireplace (unloaded, trigger lock per the law). My mother in law came over, and this was before I converted her. When she sat down and looked at the fireplace, her eyes about fell out of her head! Seriously, she almost left she was that afraid of guns.

Funny thing is, it actually opened the door for conversations "Why do you have that?" "Aren't those just used for killing?"

I have to give her credit because she asked these questions earnestly and accepted my answers.

This past summer she came to visit and shot my 22, as well as my XD. She had the same look on her face, but this time it was excitment rather than fear.
 
My GF of my newborn son at the time was a Greenpeace member and anti gun.. she knew I had guns but would rather not see them or know about them, being that she had my son, whom I have a fondness for, I obliged her.. she and I had some issues before and we were barely getting along... I was young, poor and a bit foolish, but I didn't have a locker for my two guns (Rem 870 and S&W 686), so when she would come over I would stick the 686 in the pillow on the bed.....

Same thing as OP.... diaper change and WHAM, I got hit with "I can't believe you left that there where he could get hold of it!!" (he was a few months old and couldn't get 'ahold' of anything)... she said he would never be allowed in my house again.... I immediately went and got a gun locker..... $30,000 in legal fees and 2 years later we were back together (the son and I), and she was gone for good (from my life, not his)..... we're all better off this way....

That gun locker is now over full..... and my son and I enjoy shooting together (he is 12 now)

I guess that one doesn't meet the "funny" criteria.....
 
I was sitting on my balcony talking to my crazy hungarian neighbor, many, many years ago and cleaning a pistol. As long as it was dis-assembled she was fine, as soon as I put the upper on the lower and cycled it a few times she SCREAMED at the top of her lungs " Oh my Godt ! Not a gun for Godtsakes!" and ran into her appartment.
Oddly enough her father won an Olympic Medal for pistol shooting in the 60s.
 
The only "funny" story that I have is that most of the people I know here in rural Montana have guns leaning in corners, hanging on the wall, or some other odd place in the house, and nobody ever thinks a thing about it ;)
 
keep a 870 behind the couch (no kids)- Wifes friend (big anti-) was at such an angle as to see behind the couch- asked what it was, then freaked that her friend was sitting on a couch where a gun was. I was asked to move it,

Move it? In your own home? I don't think so. I won't move my dogs for you either, but the posting on my door that states "All dogs welcome, children must be leashed at all times" kinda states that.
 
A friend and his moderately anti-gun wife came over to help me move. She sat down on the couch and sat on a Browning High Power under the cushion. :)
 
Father-in-Law at the time.
Shooting partner, avid shooter.

The house was 4 bedroom, covered back patio with 2 ceiling fans, 2 car garage.
Property was large, with a nice sized pond I shared with neighbors.
Plus a shop, plus...
I could not park my truck in the garage, my parking spot had pallets of shot shells, reloading components and the like.
I only had six MEC reloaders up and running...

Wife ( his daughter) at the time was out of town.
FIL, had a B-Day coming up, and he had a key to the house, and I made some excuse about being late coming in , so would he mind checking on the dawgs.

I had strung cord starting at the front door, and had numbers, and notes, and it was strung all through the house, out to the pond, shop, and ...

...the dawgs were having a good time, just helping and I swear laughing.

Oh I was watching all this, from my neighbors

While FIL and dawgs are out back, lifting the cane pole with another tacky note and my name is used in vain again...(he was cracking up).

I ran back to my house, to his sports car, to which I had a key, and stuck his B-Day Gift in his car...running more cord...

I am sitting on the step, acting dumb a brick, when he and the dawgs come around, and I cannot type what he said, but it was funny!

I said-

"Listen , if you want to run around heck's half acres at your age, fine by me, just seems like a lot of work and physical excersise and all, 'sides, most things in life are right in front of our noses, so don't you know , to not over look the obvious?"

I cannot type that reply either.
He did assist in cleaning up all this cord, as did the dawgs.

Then he went into the garage and snagged some stuff off the pallets.

He liked this so well...
We did this at his large two story home for his wife, and her B-Day.

I cannot type what she said either, and of course FIL blamed me for the whole idea.
 
Boy do I have a good one.....

One evening after work I was in the tub taking a bath when I heard my front door slam shut. Instant "INTRUDER ALERT", right? Well, one of my gun storage spots is a closet in the corner of my bathroom. I quietly get out of the tub, dry off just a tad - mostly my feet to keep from slipping on the vinyl floor, and pull my MAK-90 w/ a 30 round mag out of the closet and quietly exit the bathroom to investigate.

I walk slowly with the MAK at the ready through my bedroom into the front room where the door had slammed, and there's my buddy Lee sitting down watching TV. At the time he was going thru a divorce and was coming over to my house to use the internet since he was in a motel without 'net access. He had a key to let himself in and when he knocked on the door and didn't get an answer he figured I was gone since one of my vehicles was gone (my mom was using it), so he just came on in.

You should've seen the look on his face when confronted by a wet, naked, lard-assed white boy wielding an AK with a 30 rd. mag!

:D
 
When I was a road warrior, I was sitting in a motel in Cape Girardeau, MO writing reports after I had finished my business. Door was closed but not locked. Had my 1911 on the little writing desk beside me when all of a sudden the door bursts open and this guy starts coming into the room. I immediately put my hand on the 1911 and said "Can I help you!". Then I notice he was holding an ice bucket and had just stumbled into the wrong room. He said "Hey man, I'm sorry.". When he noticed my hand on the 1911 you could have raked his eyes off with a stick. :eek: He mumbled something unintelligible, shut the door and left.
 
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