Any amusing stories about friends discovering guns in your house?

[herohog]

I can't tell you how many time someone opened my glove box in my car/truck and "found" a gun or two.

The Jehovah's Witness thing? Been there, done that, in a black biker-themed t-shirt with Black Sabbath cranked to 11 on the sterio...

Funniest to me is the Midwest guy I now work with. We both started with this company within a week of each other and as the "new guys" and the fact that we the only members of a "team" we naturally "bonded" and became friends. He agreed to help me unload the rental moving truck at the storage unit we had rented and we had unloaded everything including 2 Homak security cabinets and a small but VERY heavy fireproof safe. When he tells the story, he says he knew I had a "few" guns but was unprepared for the quantity and content of the steady stream of firearms I began to produce from under and behind the bench seat and every conceivable crack and crevice of the cab of that truck.

 

[tntwatt]

Mother in law

Went to the range one day and when I got home I started the cleaning ritual. 3-4 long guns and 4-5 pistols on the kitchen table. About that time my mother in law decides to show up. My wife just answered the door with her 10-22 in her hand and in walks the M-I-L and sees the table. She just stood there looking. Said she knew we had guns but.....

My great wife just said "here" and handed her one of her Bersa 380's to clean.

 

[Leif Runenritzer]

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.

So you didn't shoot his eyes, right?

"Why do you have that?" "Aren't those just used for killing?"

No, it shoots cans, too.

 

[cpttango30]

While in high school. One of my friends came over to the house to see if I wanted to go dove hunting with him and another guy. My buddy was big into guns and knew what our house looked like (3 18 gun, 2 8 gun and 3 6 gun cabinets). The new guy took a look into one cabinet and seen the custom built bench rifle (FN action in 243 win with a 10x Unertal scope and a 1.5" dia bull barrel on it. He goes HOLY CRUD WHAT CALIBER IS THAT MONSTER. I said that is a 243 he said no way with a barrel that big. When we came back from the trip my dad was home and we got it out for him to look at. He was just dumbfounded by it. It was not a big deal to me because at that time 90% of our rifles had big custom match barrels on them.

I also remember the first time my cousin seen my collection at the time I had a Ruger M77VT in 220 Swift and my 1917 Rem bench rifle in 308. He seen them and said what in the world are thoes, sniper rifles? I said nope them there are squirrel rifles. He was in awe of my 308. Must be something about a big stainless barrel that makes peoples eyes bug out.

 

[mekender]

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.

no kidding... you shoot my eyes out, i wouldn't laugh at much either...


first time i went to clean the 2 rifles that someone had given to me i was sitting on my living room floor talking with my roommate when we got a knock on the door... i wasn't too concerned, since the 12ga was already put back together and i had shells sitting next to it... anyways, in walks my roommates former roommate with two of his pot head friends... they were all total gang bangers, but apparently had never seen a white guy with guns just laying around... they said hello's and made a quick excuse to leave... never saw em again too :-D

 

[cleardiddion]

Well, when I first got my Mother introduced to guns she was really nervous and everything since she had never really been exposed to them before.
One day I was cleaing my shotgun in the living room when she went by and made a passing comment along the lines of 'you know those things are dangerous'.
Well, I calmly proceeded to put the shotgun back together and then proceeded to the kitchen where she was.
She turned around and was rather surprised by what I had in my hands. I lay the shotgun on the kitchen table and said 'Go ahead gun, go get 'em, don't be afraid no one's going to stop you!'. Then I picked it up and left the room.

She hasn't said a word about loaded guns in the house since.

 

[TimboKhan]

Nothing funny, because anyone I let in my house doesn't have to look hard to find a gun. Plus, I only let a very few people into my house, all of whom are fully aware that any gun they see is very likely loaded and ready to go. My mom doesn't like it, but access to my pad is restricted. She has a bad habit of wanting to show people my apartment on a whim, and I have had to tell her on more than one occasion that A: I didn't care if she was out in the parking lot, her friend wasn't coming in and B: I don't care if it is the preacher and his wife. They ain't coming in. Not the friendliest thing in the world, I guess, but I don't like people poking their noses around in my stuff, nor do I want someone picking up a pistol or a rifle and shooting themselves or me.

 

[Sixtigers]

When I was stationed in Oklahoma--this would be around 1994, and it was purely firearm heaven--I had just acquired my first EBR, a Sprinfield SAR-08. I was a much younger man then, and I'm ashamed to admit that I was posing with the new rifle in front of the bathroom mirror, admiring how much like a "real operator" I now looked like (in boxers and a t-shirt). Oh, yeah--I was going all the way, complete with drawing a bead on the overhead light, the mirror, the shower curtain, and the bathroom window.

The bathroom window overlooked the walkway up to the front door...Apparently, the same time I was drawing a bead on the window and growling out something sufficiently Rambo-esque--something along the lines of "I will end you!", my mailman was approaching to make his stop. He didn't scream or flip out or anything, but he did an about-face and got the heck out of there. I threw on a pair of pants and caught up with him, and sheepishly explained what I'd been doing...He said that I'd be surprised how many people were angry at the mailman for bringing bills, and he'd thought I was going to shoot him!

I am much more mature now.

Now I make sure the area is clear before I showboat new weapons in the bathroom mirror.

 

[ruger_dude]

It was the 4th of July, and we were having a bbq at my house, one of my buddies cut his hand,I sent my at-the-time-hopefully-soon-to-be- 13 year old niece in to get a band-aid, I told her that there was a first-aid kit under my kitchen sink. My gf (soon-to-be finance) comes out with my Ak pistol in one hand a 40 round clip in the other. All she said was "I thought I told you to put these in the safe" at that point I told her to take a Bersa out of the bathroom.

 

[sacp81170a]

My friends aren't usually shocked by my guns so much as by the: claideamh mor and targe (with custom Celtic leatherwork by a friend of mine) hanging in the entryway, the parang, kelewang, kris and kukri display in the hallway (yes, they are all "shaving sharp"), the two (genuine) yari on the living room wall, the collection of sword canes and my iai to (in ura position) on the stand. By the time they get past the cutlery, the guns are no shock.

And yes, I have been trained in the use of each and every one.



Funny how people are more afraid of 28" of razor blade than an AR collection.

 

[JesseL]

Funny how people are more afraid of 28" of razor blade than an AR collection.

There's no excuse for ever being careless with either of course, but at least with an AR you can remove the magazine, clear the chamber, and engage the safety.

I'd be at least a tad more alert and wary when handling a sword.

 

[sacp81170a]

at least with an AR you can remove the magazine, clear the chamber, and engage the safety.

I'd be at least a tad more alert and wary when handling a sword.

Actually I agree with you. Sharp blades, especially those made for war, may actually be the proverbial "dangerous weapon" in that, unless handled correctly you're more likely to hurt yourself than your opponent. Actually, guns are so effective because they are far easier to learn how to handle safely and are inherently safer in operation(to the operator) than an extremely sharp blade. It takes years of training to learn how to wield a blade with competence. If some people handled a sharp blade like I've seen many firearms handled, there'd be a lot of folks walking around missing fingers and whatnot.

Guns are far safer and far more democratic than bladed weapons. Only the privileged few who could afford to practice for years could be skilled with the sword and therefore able to defend themselves from the rabble. You'd think liberals would love 'em. Go figure.

 

[TallPine]

Guns are far safer and far more democratic than bladed weapons. Only the privileged few who could afford to practice for years could be skilled with the sword and therefore able to defend themselves from the rabble. You'd think liberals would love 'em. Go figure.

Very true

Oh, and it's claidheamh

and alt+149 = ò (as in mòr)

 

[sacp81170a]

Oh, and it's claidheamh

Good catch. Gotta brush up on the Gaelic. Buaidh no Bas, "To conquer or die." My paternal grandmother was a MacDougall, therefore the claidheamh mòr and targe are genetic predelictions, as is the taste for single malt Scotch and the love of a good fight. Well, not so much the fighting any more, but the sound of the pipes makes me want to grab the claymore and go a raiding in an English town...

(Sigh)

Guess I'll just have to settle for punching a few holes in some paper targets. It's more civilized, I know, but ya gotta take what you can get...

 

[renegade1alpha]

I was sitting outside of a local coffee shop one summer and was carrying my off duty weapon (a Walther PPK) in an inside the pants holster. I was wearing an untucked T-shirt shirt and when I bent over to pick up my wallet that I had dropped, my shirt raised a bit and the butt of my Walther stuck out. As I sat back in my chair and covered it back up I glanced over and saw girl and her boyfriend with mouth and eyes wide open staring at me as if I were a leper. The girl looks at me and says "is that a real gun?" not realizing, knowing or even caring that I am an off duty police officer. To which I replied, "Yes, it is." They both gave each other this disgusted look and the guy says to me in a very condescending tone, "So, are you expecting trouble or a terrorist attack or something?" I looked squarely at him and said in a very stern tone, "No, I'm not. If I were, I would have brought my rifle." and then went back to drinking my coffee.

They promptly left.