Is this some kind of gunny rite of passage?

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I'm visiting my brother, sitting here surfing away at the big, bad internet, when I feel this odd lump in one of my jeans pockets. "what the :cuss: is that?" I wonder, as I fish it out. I nearly fell out of the chair laughing when it was a spent .40S&W casing. Better yet, I shot last Wednesday, and a week later, I'm just now discovering it! :D
 
I'm visiting my brother, sitting here surfing away at the big, bad internet, when I feel this odd lump in one of my jeans pockets. "what the is that?" I wonder, as I fish it out. I nearly fell out of the chair laughing when it was a spent .40S&W casing. Better yet, I shot last Wednesday, and a week later, I'm just now discovering it!
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I've found shell casings in my cuff of my pants (some of my dress pants have cuffs), in my shirt pocket, pants pockets, jacket pockets, suit pockets, pretty much everywhere they could end up. My favorite was finding a shell casing in my pocket while at work (when I was a substitute teacher).
 
Haha - casings crop up in the most odd places.

Tell ya what - if I were (unlikely) to make a trip to Mexico - I'd have to have truck valetted 100% (I know there is a .357 under the carpet somewhere!) - and buy all new clothes, just to be sure I was free of even the humble .22lr empty! :D

I found a 9mm not long ago - in my t-shirt top pocket - and that was AFTER going thru the washer!!
 
Haha - casings crop up in the most odd places.
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yeah, and that makes me very nervous every time i go through the airport. like those people who have nightmares where they're standing in front of a crowd in their underwear, i have nightmares of forgetting guns or shells or something in my bags no matter how many times i check them.

it's that "Amnesty" box that does it, i'm sure
 
I've only found a .45 ACP casing in my back pocket once. It now sits in my ash tray cuz I never bothered to take it out of my car.

I remember once I took 3 friends out shooting. I started them out with a Ruger MKII .22. When one of the girls shot, on the very first shot, the casing landed inside her eyeglasses. She now has a small burn mark just under her eyebrow. Ouch!

I had to promise her that it was a freak accident!
 
If you have young kids be happy it has just been shell casing you have found in your pockets as opposed to live rounds. Something to be careful of when leaving the range. I know from experience, they too follow you home.
 
Yeah, it's a rite of passage. Consider yourself baptized.

Years ago, stopping off in a WaWa's in Jersey after a range session, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a fistful of change, and to my surprise, a whole lot of filthy .45 acp brass.

The checkout girl was in a state of :what:
 
I thought the rite of passage was getting one down the back of your shirt and doing the brass dance. ;)
 
I've had casings show up unexpected now and again after shooting. What really bothers me though is finding 'em in calibers that I DO NOT own.

"Now where the frell did THIS come from?"
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Oh...that's just fate telling you that you need to get something in that caliber. :cool: ;)

Really, I have a friend who bought an AR because he found .223 brass that he could "reload" (you know...with the reloading equiptment that he doesn't have). He hasn't done that any other times, but he is known for buying mags for guns he doesn't own so he can justify buying them.

Another collects the unfired ammunition he finds around the range and when he has enough to fill a mag he buys something in it (latest attempt, one of the .357 SIG glocks).
 
Perfectly normal. I have had rounds pop out of my boots while at work. Got me a few stares.

When I was a kid, in Boy Scouts, we went on a back packing trip in Canada. At the Seattle airport, after deplaning, one of the other kids realized that he had a round in his wallet (why I don't know).

Not just the casing, but the actual full round. Primer, brass, powder and bullet.

I recall it was a .30 carbine

I.G.b.
 
I learned not to use range bags for anything other than their intended purpose. Im pretty cheap so I used the same bag for the range and for school. One day when i was fishing a book out the bag I sent a 22lr skittering accross the floor. Lucky for me noone noticed but it taught me that no matter how hard you check your range bag there IS at least one .22 cartridge in there somewhere.
 
The checkout girl was in a state of :what:
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Yeah, that's sort of the same kind of look I got from my sister-in-law, who was in the room when I finally fished it out. Didn't get any commentary out of it, though. I don't think she's surprised by anything I or my brother do. :D
 
I had the metal detector at a Federal Courthouse find an errant loaded .40S&W round in my shirt pocket. I had for some reason put the round that was in the chamber of my Kahr K40 in my shirt pocket earlier that morning and forgot about it while at the range. I then left for the Courthouse. The Marshalls got real nervous for a few minutes and I almost needed a change of underwear thinking I was going to jail and losing my right to own firearms. It all worked out once they determined I didn't actually have a firearm on me and only the loaded round. Funny enough the Marshals comment after the initial response of a hand search of my person was "hey, this is the same ammo we carry." They did return the round when I was on my way out the door a half hour later. I now check ALL my pockets.
 
I did some spring cleaning around here this past weekend. I found live rounds of .22 everywhere, casings for guns I don't own and have never even touched (to my recollection, anyway), and a box of loose shotgun shells I can't identify. I also find casings pretty regularly when I clean out my car. The best one was finding a .223 casing in a shirt pocket once. I don't own anything in .223, but the guy seventeen lanes down from me was shooting a mini-14, so it must've chucked the casing into my pocket.

I'm hoping that if I look hard enough, I'll find a nice nickel plated S&W .44 somwhere. That would be cool.
 
I am ashamed to admit, that I have made such little "discoveries" at the airport as well. Once, while in line at the security checkpoint, I found two fired 9mm cases in my pocket. I must have pocketed them at the range the day before. Frantically, I tried to ditch them on a table next to the plastic tubs near the x-ray machine. To my horror, the table was not level, and the shells kept rolling onto the floor. No one around me seemed to notice.

The line kept moving, so I decided I had no choice but to toss the cases in the bin with my pocket change and let nature take its course. Strangely, everything sailed through the x-ray without a hitch. Frankly, I would have more confidence in the TSA if they had found those cases.

Not my finest moment. Funny in retrospect, though.
 
One day when i was fishing a book out the bag I sent a 22lr skittering accross the floor. Lucky for me noone noticed ...
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I was looking for something in my bag at work when I decided to turn it upside down and dump everything on the floor and do some reorganizing of the pack. I didn't drop a .22lr on the floor, but a box of 50. It split open and sent all 50 rounds skittering in 50 directions. Several of my colleagues looked at me and rolled their eyes, but not one commented on the fact that I chased live ammo all over the place. They know me, I guess. And I do work in a reasonably firearms friendly environment - the main desk of a major newspaper. :neener:

Once when I bought a hot dog, I got a strange question from the guy running the newsstand/hot dog place. He's Indian (yes, in Norway too). It took me a second to realise that I had forgotten to dump the empty brass from yesterday's range trip out of the netting pocket on the outisde of my backpack. Not the first time I've forgotten that, but the first time anyone has reacted.
 
.22's everywhere. live, spent. they roll around on the floorboards of my truck along with the odd 9mm, .40, .45, .223 who knows what i'll find. i've even "found" guns before. went shooting with some friends and we brought quite a few guns out, thought we emptied 'em all and my girlfriend drove around with a .22 rifle in the trunk of her car for about a week before we noticed it. oddly enough my friend didn't notice it missing either. had a conversation with a sheriff and forest ranger one time when i was out camping with some buddies. the sheriff did the normal unload the firearms and run the numbers dance while he was talking to us and he asks if the guns on the tailgate were all the guns we had (there was quite a pile) i told him there was a pistol in the glove box, but that was it. when he opened the truck door he saw a .22 rifle sitting in the back seat. he was pretty cool, he realized i wasn't trying to fool him or anything, but i was a little uneasy for a moment.
 
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