I traded my Dan Wesson for a Corvair. Even being 1983, I was at the wrong end of that deal.
Traded my .308 AR for a Sportster. The Sportster Gets WAAAAAY more play than that crummy .308 got or ever would.
Traded my International Harvester Garand for an '73 International Harvester Scout. Great deal for both of us.
Traded my set of huge truck tires (from my first Scout) for a Gold Cup.
Traded my 1911 for a Max Wedge Mopar with my brother. Ironically, it turned out that someone in the pistol's past had stolen it.
I can't remember what gun of mine that I traded for my TT500 Yamaha - obviously didn't give a damn about that gun.
Here's a rockin' trade sequence: Traded my gun (I believe it was a 1911 or 1903) to a gal who got her's & her husband's Harley shop in a divorce settlement. She had a never-mounted XR1000 engine on a factory stand. I looked at that gorgeous piece of art for some time until someone from Erik Buell's operation got with me. They were buying up all the XRs they could get their hands on for the RR1000 (if I recall correctly) and they had one properly tuned and sorted-out bike with more miles than they wanted to deal with. I got that bike for my brand-new engine. So, three-steps later, I traded a 1911(?) for a whole XR1000. Winner, winner... CHIKEN DINNER!
Got to be a few more that might come to mind later.
Then there are the myriad times that I have sold an unwanted gun to finance some other inanimate boondoggle - basically a two-step trade.
Todd.