Opened an ammo can out in the garage....

My son laughs at me so hard when, every once in a while I run across a gun I forgot I own. Sometimes; the when I bought it; will come to me and sometimes not LOL.

EDIT: In fairness I do on occasion go on buying sprees and come home with several guns at once so one getting "lost" in the confusion from time to time doesn't quite make me a candidate for the rubber room squad.
 
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I hid a big bag of M&Ms from my wife in an ammo can. I didn’t give it a thought and reorganized/cleaned up the shop. I can’t remember how the can is labeled and haven’t stumbled across it in the past 4 years. Either it’ll turn up one day, or just as likely, she found it and is quietly messing with me.
 
oO_Rogue_Oo said:
My son laughs at me so hard when, every once in a while I run across a gun I forgot I own. Sometimes; the when I bought it; will come to me and sometimes not LOL.

EDIT: In fairness I do on occasion go on buying sprees and come home with several guns at once so one getting "lost" in the confusion from time to time doesn't quite make me a candidate for the rubber room squad.
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Yeah, I'm getting more forgetful as I get older (I'm 63) but I haven't ever lost track of a gun I bought - at least not yet.

The "hiding your own Easter eggs" bit is a running joke between me and the missus. She's ALWAYS "putting things away" and forgetting exactly WHERE she put them.

I've repeatedly asked her NOT to "pick up after me" and instead, remind me to pick up after myself. At least that way if I lose track of where something ends up it is all MY fault and I have no one else to blame.

Unfortunately, that seems to be a losing battle. She still picks up and "puts away" my stuff.

Just her way of trying to take care of me, I guess. There are definitely worse things in life than a wife who wants to "take care of you" - and your "stuff".
 
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I too have run into issues with my wife putting something of mine away and then blaming me when I can't find it. I purchased the parts I needed to relocate the cable modem, they were on the kitchen counter. When I decided to do the job I couldn't find the part's, my wife insisted she had nothing to do with it and told me I must have forgotten where I had put them. I tore the kitchen apart looking for them with no luck. Several month's later I told her I was going to re-buy the parts I needed to relocate the modem, she miraculously remembered that she had cleaned off the kitchen counter and had put some stuff in a box that she stuck in the hall closet. Sure enough, the parts I had been looking for were in that box, I could have strangled her.
 
67tempest said:
I too have run into issues with my wife putting something of mine away and then blaming me when I can't find it. I purchased the parts I needed to relocate the cable modem, they were on the kitchen counter. When I decided to do the job I couldn't find the part's, my wife insisted she had nothing to do with it and told me I must have forgotten where I had put them. I tore the kitchen apart looking for them with no luck. Several month's later I told her I was going to re-buy the parts I needed to relocate the modem, she miraculously remembered that she had cleaned off the kitchen counter and had put some stuff in a box that she stuck in the hall closet. Sure enough, the parts I had been looking for were in that box, I could have strangled her.
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Yeah, "memory slippage" is definitely a very real THING - especially as we get older. It happens to us all to some degree.
FWIW, my advice, don't be too hard on her. As I always told my team of co-workers "assume everybody else has the BEST - rather than the WORST motives - for what they do..."
Even if that assumption turns out to be wrong, you'll still be ahead. What do you have to lose? Negativity? Resentments? Having a much more positive outlook on life? And on your fellow man/woman?
JMO, FWIW, and YMMV.
 
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A few decades back when the CMP Garand Greek returns were going strong some guy was bragging that he had over 60,000 rounds stacked away. You can never have enough.

In 1965 the 1st Cav captured the Hospital and ammo cache for an NVA regiment attacking Plei Me and retreating back to Chu Pong in the IaDrang valley. The entire regimental ammo dump was 68,000 rounds.
 
First of all, getting old (87) is not for sissy's. Two problems with getting old. First one Is I keep forgetting things. Second is What was the second thing?
I am looking for something that I know where it is. Usually a tool or something I need right now. Can't find it. Go buy another one, and a while later I find the one I was looking for. So now I have two, unless later on I can't find them, so I have three. That is why I generally have two of everything, including things that go bang!
I have been living in the same house since March 1968. It can be difficult finding things.
Life goes on?
 
Dave Haynes said:
A few decades back when the CMP Garand Greek returns were going strong some guy was bragging that he had over 60,000 rounds stacked away. You can never have enough.

In 1965 the 1st Cav captured the Hospital and ammo cache for an NVA regiment attacking Plei Me and retreating back to Chu Pong in the IaDrang valley. The entire regimental ammo dump was 68,000 rounds.
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I still have a couple cases Greek 30-06 and an International Harvester Garand return rifle. Probably won't live long enough to shoot it all.
 
rwsmith said:
Life has kept me from deep cleaning my garage for some years as well as organizing my reloading operation. Wanted to use an ammo can that was out there for, well.....ammo. And guess what I found? About 2500 small pistol primers. I'm so lucky!:D
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That is a great find!
 
Speaking of opening ammo cans-
When I was getting out of the Army (1982) at Ft. Carson, CO, elevation about 5,800ft, I had some gun stuff sealed up in ammo cans to take home to Bethel, ME, elevation about 800ft. When I got home I almost couldn't open the ammo cans because there was so much of a vacuum created from the change of elevation! The sound of the suction, once I broke the seal, was incredible!
 
I spent 6 unhappy months at Ft Carson 11/65 -4/66 . 22 days out in the tundra building Camp Red Devil. The bar girls down town ambushed better than the N Viets. 60 car wrecks a day in winter out on the highway. Cheyenne Mountain the No1 nuclear target of the Soviet Union a mile or so away. At that time the 5th Mec was the clownshow of the Army, stripped clean of all the good NCOs. Their Basic Training program produced some real Bozos. I was ordered to go to Ft Hood but lucked out by D.A. Levy and went to VN in May of 66.
 
Jimbo41 said:
I hid a big bag of M&Ms from my wife in an ammo can. I didn’t give it a thought and reorganized/cleaned up the shop. I can’t remember how the can is labeled and haven’t stumbled across it in the past 4 years. Either it’ll turn up one day, or just as likely, she found it and is quietly messing with me.
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Who hid the fruitcake in the ammo can????
 
67tempest said:
I too have run into issues with my wife putting something of mine away and then blaming me when I can't find it. I purchased the parts I needed to relocate the cable modem, they were on the kitchen counter. When I decided to do the job I couldn't find the part's, my wife insisted she had nothing to do with it and told me I must have forgotten where I had put them. I tore the kitchen apart looking for them with no luck. Several month's later I told her I was going to re-buy the parts I needed to relocate the modem, she miraculously remembered that she had cleaned off the kitchen counter and had put some stuff in a box that she stuck in the hall closet. Sure enough, the parts I had been looking for were in that box, I could have strangled her.
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My wiffe means well. She puts my stuff in places and she thinks that she's putting it somewhere where I can 'find it'. "I've been looking for my powder measure all day!" "Oh, I put it on that shelf above the garage door so you would know where it was."
 
robertrogers69 said:
First of all, getting old (87) is not for sissy's. Two problems with getting old. First one Is I keep forgetting things. Second is What was the second thing?
I am looking for something that I know where it is. Usually a tool or something I need right now. Can't find it. Go buy another one, and a while later I find the one I was looking for. So now I have two, unless later on I can't find them, so I have three. That is why I generally have two of everything, including things that go bang!
I have been living in the same house since March 1968. It can be difficult finding things.
Life goes on?
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You beat us. We've been here since '82.
 
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