Dumb things you done?

[joep17]

#3 and best (I have another dozen bob stories)

His dad bought a SW model 19 357

Another lecture to Bob not to touch it.

Fast forward 3 days and I get a panicky call from Bob that he shot the milk cow in the corral.

I hopped on the tractor and drove 3 miles to their place. Bob explained that he did not know it was loaded but when no when he went to dry fire it at the milk cows head, it fires and she dropped.

I hauled it out 300 yards from the house. Told him to explain that she died and it would be a good idea to set it up for coyote bait in case his dad would get a coyote shot the next weekend.

It was impossible to keep a straight face when his dad told me that Bob taking the deceased cow (natural causes) out for coyote bait was the smartest thing his son had ever done.

I could write a book on Bob.

 

[Aoudad shooter1975]

I rescue English bulldogs...it's dumb...and I still do it...

 

[Rich Coyle]

Hi,
Too many for any one single "time" to jump out as a clear frontrunner but I guess I would say volunteering to go clear a 2 mile section of unexploded ordnance off the coast of Israel so that a company could put pipeline on the sea bed to connect Haifa to Dor for natural gas.

Sincerely,
THEIS

That would be too much excitement for this old man.

 

[Gregg C]

Ok I got one. Or 50...anyway, I had some junk powder around, and wanted my kids to see that gunpowder is not, by itself, explosive. So I poured a little pile on the sidewalk, and lit it with a match, saying some thing about the burn rate, babbling, really. That was cool, everyone oohed and awed in appropriate amounts. Then, one of my girls remebered I have a muzzle loader. What about black powder, Dad ? Oh, wait, I will get some out, and so I did. Poured a little pile on the sidewalk, about the same size as the smokeless pile from a minute ago, and started throwing matches at it.. To no effect, as it was pretty old. Starting up the babble again. " Black powder is hydroscopic, meaning it absorbs water. Gets hard to ignite, and it burns at roughly the same rate unconfined as it does confined. I guess this stuff is older than I thought " and I lean over the pile to touch the match to it. WUFF. Big ball of fire. Didn't hurt me, thank you, but it DID singe my eyebrows off. Stood up, turned to the audience, and said " And THAT is why we don't play with gunpowder !" That was 25 years ago, and they still remember it.

When I was about 10, I learned that if you lay a primer on something hard, and hit it with a hammer, well, I'm sure you all know, it explodes. GREAT fun. Think I went thru my dads stockpile , doing that.. Took them to school, and taped them to the foot of chairs. Like I said, WONDERFUL fun. Till, one day , at home, alone and unsupervised, I could only find a hammer head, no handle. No big deal, should work fine....And it did. But I struck the primer at an extreme angle. The anvil struck me in the very tip of my nose. Come within an inch, literally, of losing an eye. That was the last primer I ever played with. I think I was about 30, and that scar got to feeling like a pimple, kinda swollen, and sore, you know? One evening, I burst it, just like a pimple....only, unlike a pimple, it had a sharp edge sticking out of it. . Got some tweezers, and pulled out .....you guessed it. The anvil. Stupid things I have done.

 

[just country]

morning, DMoon call me illiterate. glass house got broke!!
GBOT TUM

 

[THEIS]

That would be too much excitement for this old man.

Hi,
Well I know I aged a little on that trip, as did the others lolol. But it was all worth it!! We found the remains of an old wooden boat anchor and an intact ceramic style bowl that are now located in the Israel Museum.
That was the last underwater disposal job I took though....

Sincerely,
THEIS

 

[1Moose]

Got clever this year and began sliding a section of old cleaning rod through the ports on the muzzle brake to provide a handy"stop" for my cleaning jag so I'm not pulling anything back across the crown. Well, you're supposed to remove that thing before shooting— which I didn't—just yesterday. Glad I stopped using a screwdriver as that might not have ended well.

 

[26Reload]

How about after having been shocked by an electric fence while touching it with a blade of grass.....you get shocked as you are ****ing on it.....kids gotta learn somehow...I think I was ten...

 

[joep17]

Ha ha! Growing up on a cattle ranch I had a close up and personal introduction to electric fence.

But this reminds me of a funny story about the neighbors dog. The neighbor drove up and his dog jumped out of the truck and went directly to pee on the fence. As soon as he started peeing, it was howling but for some reason it could not stop pedigree until he was totally empty. I wonder if that dog ever peed on a fence again?

 

[THEIS]

Hi,

Also ordering this dish of trout and peanut butter in the boondocks of Ukraine was not such a good idea either lolol

It was almost as bad as the chicken head and feet soup in Djibouti...

Sincerely,
THEIS

 

[joep17]

LMFAO!
Suddenly my. Chicken skin and chicken feet soup I had in Warsaw sounds delicious

 

[Gregg C]

Was holding the lite once for my Dad while he was soldering, with one of those soldering irons that you just plug in, no trigger or switch. So he's soldering away, I'm watching the smoke waft off the hot iron, and he says, here, hold this a minute. Now, he had the iron down, and was trying to hand me the handle, but I reached out, real brisk like, and got a real good grip....on the iron. YOWSAH, that hurt.

 

[joep17]

Well i well I did another one TODAY

We unfortunately had a Canadian Store close their doors at the end of the year. Too bad the economy and laws here make it hard to get ANYTHING in to Canada

On the last day there are open they cut all prices to 66% off.

I went to my buddy today to drop off some gun stuff. He said on the last day the shop was open, they had 20 boxes of Federal Safari 416 Rigby factory ammo and he took the last 20 boxes and asked if I wanted any. I took 10 (200 Rounds) with their lovely 400 gr trophy bonded core. Now I have enough 416 Riby ammo to last my grand children (if I ever had any)

I am sure I will not wear out the barrel on my Kimber of Oregon 416 before I run out of reloadable brass.

Just did a dumb thing.

 

[Alaska2006]

Dumb things I've done.... wow so many choices I don't know where to start.
So my ex-brother in law used to get me in all kinds of situations. This one started the day before the elk season opener in Wyoming Snake River country. We went in there every year around Sept 20th, bulls in the rut and rifle season, it was like shooting fish in a barrel not uncommon to see 20-30 bulls over just a few days. We could call them in within a few yards and really look them over, picking the one you wanted. We killed some nice bulls back in those days. So we leave our home town the day before opener, about 80 miles from the hunting grounds. Its fall in Wy. so weather can change in minutes. As we head north we decided we should stop and get some beer for hunting camp. Back in these days most bars had a drive up window in the liquor store side, you could actually get a mixed drink to go and we did. About 20 miles down the road is another bar ( bars about every 20 miles in this parts of Western Wy.) By this time we've finished our to go drinks and getting pretty thirsty (we may have had a couple of our camp beers as well) Anyway as we pull into the next town we decided perhaps we would just go in and have one maybe two drinks and head on to hunting camp. Some hours later we figure we should head on to camp pretty sure the 6 head of horses that have been standing the open top goose neck trailer are getting dang tired of our indulging in adult libations. So far we've made it about 20 miles from home (only 60 more to go) , spend 3-4 hours covering that 20 miles and have caught a pretty good buzz. Its started snowing by the time we leave the bar and finally get on our way to Fall Creek. It stopped snowing awhile later but the roads are slush and a bit slick but all is well, we're headed for our favorite hunting area. We have fresh snow and the bulls are deep in rut. With all that to celebrate we had a few more beers as we drove the last 60 miles. By the time we leave the paved highway its dark, snow had stopped and spirits we're high. We reminisced about past hunts in this area and enjoyed a couple more beers. To get near our base camp you leave the good grave road of Fall Creek and jump on some old dirt logging roads. The dirt roads are greasy with about 2" of snow, the open top goose neck loaded with riding and pack horses is pulling hard and difficult to keep on the road. I don't know if it was the beer or the snow or both but the brother in law ends up putting us off the edge of the old logging road with the Dodge pickup off the road up against a big Doug fer tree and the trailer blocking the road. We're stuck but good, and in a bad predicament. With no good way to get out and drunk as waltzing **** ants we determined it best to not make matters worse; we'll just throw down camp here for the night and assess things in the morning. This would mean a last start opening morning but was the best plan we could come up with considering our impairments at the time. We jumped the horse out of the trailer and tied each to a tree. Dug out some camp gear and sleeping bags. Being too impaired to setup a 10x14 wall tent we decided to just roll out under the goose neck training in case the weather turned bad during the night. Well as expected the weather did turn during the night, it rained and rained. We woke the next morning cold, wet to the bone and as green as the Grinch that stole Christmas. The rain had wash the wood floor of the trailer clean of all horse crap that had ran through the slats. We smelled worse than we looked, we felt a bit ill due to one too many adult libations the night before, we were stuck and the dodge had a few new dents. We ended up riding out to the Fall Creek road a couple miles and spent the next several hours trying to flag down and talk passers by into pulling our rig out or making a call to a friend to drive up and pull us out. Odd but the folks we talked to looked at us oddly and stayed a fair distance way, guess we really didn't smell or look too welcoming. We finally got another hunting party to pull us out. They weren't happy with us and I'm sure the only reason they pulled us out was they simply couldn't get past our wreck to reach there camp. I'm sure they too have told stories of a couple stinking crap covered cowboys they had to help and wondering how long we'd been smelling that bad.