Anyone Else Buy Something That Had A Surprise Gun Inside?

25-30 years ago a friend and I were returning from a day of pheasant hunting when my buddy says pull over I gotta go right now. This is on I-84 in Eastern Oregon. For those not familiar with the area, this was somewhere between Pendleton and The Dalles. Look on a map and you will see there is not much there for about 100 miles except open pavement. He gets all wide eyed and says NOW. Nothing but sage brush in every direction, but I hit the brakes and pull to a stop on the side of the highway. He grabs the TP from the glove box and jumps over the guardrail in a big hurry. After finishing up with a terrible case of "gotta go right now" he comes back over the guard rail with a Remington 870 in his hands. It had been leaned up along the back side of the guardrail right where he had done his business. Because it was not trashed like it had been thrown out the window, we figured someone had just propped it up there and walked away. He called a couple of county LEO agencies with the description and serial number, but never got a return call. He still has it today. What are the odds of having a "gotta go now" moment and me just pulling over in the exact right spot???
 
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I remodeled a lot of houses in the past. All I ever found were hidden stashes of pornography. :mad: :mad: :mad: :rolleyes:

When I was going thru police academy, the agency put me up
in a motel, same room for 14 weeks. Being sensitive to the idea
of anything illegal that might be stashed in a motel room, I
checked everything that was moveable.

Lifting the mattress revealed a stash of HUNDREDS of porn
mags. Somebody had a "large melon" fascination, based on
most of the titles.

I invited all the other cadets, housed in the motel, over to grab
whatever they wanted. :D

AFA finding weapons, I arrested a homeless guy who had
seventeen knives on his person...including a machete!
 
A 681!

A few months ago a friend on mine bid on a job to demolish a mobile home that had been burned in a fire... He then saw a lump with around an inch of stainless barrel sticking out. It was a revolver that had been stored a holster which had melted, encasing it. My friend worked at grinding at the lump and then carefully polishing what turned out to be a 4" Model 681.

Remember how I've written that I've never seen a 681? Hee-re's another one! :rolleyes:

Kaaskop49
Shield #5103
 
My Dad went to a lot of farm auctions. He purchased a stack of used fence posts. When we loaded them on the truck to take home, there was a single shot shotgun in the pile. Stock weathered white, metal rusty. It went away with a lot of other stuff when the ranch sold.
 
When I was going thru police academy, the agency put me up
in a motel, same room for 14 weeks. Being sensitive to the idea
of anything illegal that might be stashed in a motel room, I
checked everything that was moveable.

Lifting the mattress revealed a stash of HUNDREDS of porn
mags. Somebody had a "large melon" fascination, based on
most of the titles.

I invited all the other cadets, housed in the motel, over to grab
whatever they wanted. :D

AFA finding weapons, I arrested a homeless guy who had
seventeen knives on his person...including a machete!

Let's just say he had a well equipped tool kit.
 
A friend bought a house down the block from Remington in Ilion. He found a cigar box in the attic filled with Model 51 parts and enough nickel plated ones to assemble a complete gun. I was tasked with putting it together for him and I got to keep the spare parts. All the holes had to be reamed to install the pins, but she came out beautiful and functioned flawlessly. A very stunning pistol, the rollmarks just popped in nickel. I can't recall if the magazine was nickel. This was 25 years ago. He submitted it to the local sheriff and when the serial came back clear, my friend put it on his NY permit.

I'm sure it was an employee "lunchbox special".
 
My Patrol Capt. was watching a crew replacing utility poles after a major hurricane. The foreman came up to him with the remnants of a cardboard box that had come up when digging the new hole. In the wad of cardboard was a minty nickel Colt Detective Special with some surface rust (which cleaned off nicely. Even grips were minty. Sold it to me for $200.
 
A friend of mine liberated a Luger before fleeing the Nazis in Europe and stashed it in the rafters in the basement of his house. Years after the war he went back to his home figuring on reclaiming the pistol. He said where house once stood was now an apartment building.
 
My wife grew up on a farm in northern VA that her grandfather bought at the end of WWII. They original farm house dated back to Revolutionary War times. My FIL did some remodeling in an upstairs bedroom, removing an old wall and found old letters stashed in the walls. He showed them to me years ago, and they were still legible. The letters were of a religious nature, from one sister to another. The farm was located within 15 miles of Manassass, and both Yankee and Rebel troops passed through the area. The farm has now been split up and parceled out for residential development.
 
Remember how I've written that I've never seen a 681? Hee-re's another one! :rolleyes:

Kaaskop49
Shield #5103

Yep, I've not seen one, but a 681 is on my want list. For a fleeting moment I thought about making a lowball offer, but then I thought better of it. I'd keep a revolver like that forever just on the story
 
No gun involved and no purchase either.
Years ago I chased chukar with a vengeance. One of our favorite areas was Owyhee reservoir in eastern Oregon. We would go in near the top end of the reservoir and unload the ATV's then ride up to a place the locals called the Tongue.
I had a young lab that was a very promising dog that I took that day. When we got to the area to hunt, we let our dogs out to run and clean out. After about 10 minutes I whistled my dog in and he came back with a pair of Steiner binoculars in his mouth. There is some big game hunting that goes on there and I assumed the owner was close by but we never saw another soul all day long. Took them home and found out they were not the upper end Steiner. I already had a set of very nice binoculars so I sold them to my sister for bird watching.
 
No, but several times people I knew found guns in their homes that they didn't remember owning and they gave them to me. I sold most of them but they included am old Forehand & Wadsworth pocket pistol, a Galesi .25 ACP mouse gun, an Enfield tanker model that somebody seriously and altered to make it a belly gun, a single shot Stevens 12 gauge, a Ruby .38 that the NRA told me to never fire, and maybe a few others I have forgotten. But never a surprise in a closet like that! :D
 
A buddy of mine was given an old wooden school desk to use as a loading bench and found an old top-break revolver in very nice condition. It wasn't a Smith & Wesson though.
We went to our gun club shooting one evening and he shot some handloads from inside of an old coat pocket and caught the coat on fire.
 
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One of my sisters bought a piece of property at a sheriff's sale which had an old shack on it. Tearing down the shack they found a nice model 94 Win. She gave it to me after showing it to a gun store owner and LPDept. ran the numbers which came up clean. Nice rifle, but I don't hunt anymore and it's kind of tough to shoot a rifle in Pittsburgh! Going to the range when this virus thing gets under control. Oh, also two .410 shotguns; a double barrel and a pump. Cleaned them up, and they seem to function pretty good now, too.
 
I was in an old music store that had a public main level, but since I helped the owner appraise a few things he let me wander around the basement, upstairs, and attic that was simply full of old music gear.

Upstairs there was a weird little gate with a narrow staircase behind it.. I crept up and found myself in a small room lined with dozens and dozens of rifles and shotguns... probably several hundred at least. I wasn't into long guns so I didn't really look close, but I bet there was some great stuff there!
 
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