Anyone Else Buy Something That Had A Surprise Gun Inside?

I remodeled a lot of houses in the past. All I ever found were hidden stashes of pornography. :mad: :mad: :mad: :rolleyes:

A slight addition to the my post:

My dad was a contractor, and after he died it became my job to clean out his work vehicles to get them ready for sale.

In the back of one, hidden under some material, was a large bottle of morphine! My dad was not a stoner, but he hired a lot of down and out people that needed work. My guess is that they were doing some work at a hospital, and somehow one of his employees got hold of this bottle, snuck it out of the hospital and hid it in the back of his truck. It got left there until I found it.

I poured out in the alley behind our garage. :)
 
I was given a "box-o-stuff" that nobody else wanted, from my wife's granddad. Had some random US rifle stuff in it-garand bayonet and combo tool, canvas '03 muzzle cover, etc. even a folding machete and a musket bayonet, and an empty black holster for some black powder revolver. there was another holster in the box that I thought was empty. Not. It contained his trophy bringback Type 26 revolver. Also his service ribbons and other memorabilia. I was crushed and honored at the same time.
 
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Apparently the trunks of cars can yield some surprises.

A late friend worked for a FBO at a local airport in the 1960s. They kept a car around as a "loaner" so pilots and passengers could go to a restaurant or run into town. One day he had occasion to open the trunk of the car and found two expensive shotguns in their cases. The police were called and ran the serial numbers and seemed intent on arresting my friend until the boss stepped in to explain the situation. Apparently the shotguns had been borrowed from someone to go skeet shooting and not returned before travelers got in their airplane and left.

My B-I-L drove a wrecker in the 70s and occasionally was tasked with hauling off junk and abandoned cars to the yard or dump. Before he would haul them in he would pry open the trunks looking for tools or whatever. He did find lots of old tools an occasional a rusty .22 rifle or single barrel shotgun. On one occasion he brought me about 1/2 a can of GI 30-06 M2 ball in 8 round clips and bandoleers that he had found.
 
A few months ago a friend on mine bid on a job to demolish a mobile home that had been burned in a fire. Upon arriving at the site, he discovered a gun safe inside the charred mobile. The door to the safe was open and various items were strewn about. He found a lever action rifle with the furniture burned off, an AR type rifle with the furniture melted and a few other damaged long-guns. 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. That's the story anyway. I did not see the "before" photo, nor have I seen the revolver in person. The "after" photo looks great.
 
That house wasn't in or around Bridgton Maine was it?
Left a gun identical to that one with a Maine licensed Guide who ran the Outing Club back in the mid to late 60's to shoot trap. Wanted to get it back For sentimental reasons but no one knew what happened to it. Mine had a black receiver.

Be SAFE and Shoot often!
 
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Back in the mid-to-late seventies a schoolmate of mine's father showed me a couple of guns he had found in a wall between the studs of a house he was tearing down about 10 or 12 year's prior.
One was a Winchester 1866 .44 caliber saddle ring carbine, and the other was a .54 caliber Johnson percussion single-shot horse pistol. Both were in excellent condition, inside and out. He said both had been wrapped up in greased burlap feed sacks, and even had traces of some kind of heavy oil or very thin grease in the bores.
He was working for his uncle who was a carpenter that sometimes tore down old houses when he did not have a new one to build. In this case, the uncle had bought the house and whatever land came with it, and so technically the guns were his too. The uncle thought the guns were pretty cool, but he had no interest in old guns, and so gave them to the nephew as a bonus, of sorts.
If I ever see that schoolmate of mine again, I will ask about whatever happened to the old guns.
 
My dad found an old Iver Johnson top-break .38 S&W hammerless tucked beneath the cealing and atop the concrete wall in our cellar at some point when I was very young.

Other than that, I don't know much about it. He never really went into detail about if it was loaded or whom it belonged to. I should probably ask him if he ever found out. The house had belonged to his grandmother, so I always sort of assumed that it was hers, but never asked.
 
Yep. First house I bought had an old Double Barreled 12g and a Remington Pump Action .22 rolled up in carpet in the attic.

Both guns were pretty dang rough, but boy was it a treat to find them.

I helped my neighbor bury an old rolled up carpet out in the woods. She said her boyfriend would have helped her but he was out of town.
 
My grandmothers 3rd husband ( the first 2 died of natural causes...really they did) & her lived in a house in Ulysses, Kansas. I was about 18 when my family & I visited. While there he took me to a closet in a bedroom & opened a panel in the back of it. Between the studs running the length of the wall were all kinds of shotguns & rifles. After he died (yes him too from natural causes, she outlived three husbands & died at 101) she moved out. I've always wondered if those guns are still behind that wall or what happened to them.
 
An LEO in the last department I worked for checked on an elderly resident and one day she asked him to haul 2 boxes of junk to the curb for garbage to pick up. The boxes contained old gun magazines and he asked if he could take them and she said yes. He got home and went through them and at the bottom of one was a WW 2 1911 with GI holster and Kbar. He returned it to her the next day and she told him to keep it, that it belonged to her 2nd husband that she really didn't like. She further stated that he was a Marine in Iwo Jima.
 
colt Bisley

When I was in High school my best friend and I were asked to clean out the basement of the ranch house where we hunted antelope in season every year and coyotes all year round. The yotes were worth something then.

The old rancher had died and his wife was going to be moving to the "home" in town.

We spent several weekends lugging and hauling junk to the dump and usable stuff to the goodwill.

My buddy found and oilskin bag shoved up in the top of the basement wall, pulled it down and in it was a well oiled old Colt Bisley. We took it upstairs all excited and showed it to the Lady of the house.

She said her husband had more than likely stashed it there and forgot it. She said she had no use for it and asked my buddy if he would like it.

He has it to this day.
 
I wish, but no.

There was a rollicking good thread here several years ago by a guy who wanted to buy some dishes from a box at an estate sale. The seller told him in no uncertain terms he had to take the whole box and everything in it. So he did.

When he got home there was a nice Chief's Special stashed among the china.

Battle lines were drawn, skirts were ruffled, panties were bunched, pearls were clutched, and indignation overflowed the forum's banks on the issue of keep or return.

I doubt this one will get as heated as its a cheap gun. I'd love to find a forgotten gun sometime. The closest I've ever come is after I chased a guy in New Orleans. I didn't catch him (I've always been a slow runner) and when I retraced our jaunt I found a MAC-10 he'd tossed under a bush.


Working night shift one night we got a burglary call on a business. Several of us showed up and found the rear door open. As we got ready to enter the building, I looked down and found a Ruger Super Blackhawk, fully loaded, laying in a container by the door. It was a 3 screw.

We got the guy and found out he had taken the gun from his Father's house. We returned the gun to his Father.



Another time on night shift we got a call about a dry cleaning shop's front door unlocked. I went inside to check and looking around for a number to call the owner, I opened a desk drawer and there were 3 or 4 Ruger revolvers in it. All were Blackhawks.


Another time we had a house alarm go off on a local business man's residence. When I was checking out the residence, I saw an original M1 Carbine hanging on the wall in the den. It had the early band and flip sight. He had brought it home after the War.
Years later, I contacted the owner's son to see if I could purchase the Carbine, as his Father had passed away. He took my name and phone number but I never got a call from him. He ended up committing suicide.
 
After living in his house for more than 30 years, a good friend of mine thought it was time to improve the attic insulation in an effort to cut heating costs. While doing so, he found a Model 1911, .45 ACP, buried in the existing insulation. and left there by a previous owner. He eventually moved to Wyoming, taking the gun with him.
 
After Hurricane Katrina, I was gutting flooded houses in New Orleans and found an old 12 Gauge single-shot shotgun in an attic. Riverside Arms Company. I had never heard of them, so I did a little digging and found out they were the "house brand" for J. Stevens Arms Company from about 1915-1945. It's a neat looking piece of history, but in no shape to be shot. It's currently hanging on my wall in all it's old, rusty glory!
 
When I was a kid, we lived in the city in an old house built in the 1800's. Attached to the house out back was a woodshed with a raised wood floor. The house had no basement. There were passageways starting in some of the first floor closets, leading outside. The Rumor was that the house was either owned by bootleggers or the underground railway.

One day Grandpa put his foot thru one of the rotted boards in the woodshed. When he removed it to replace it there was a revolver underneath. He left it there.

A few years later the house was taken by eminent domain for an interstate highway. After we moved THEN Grandpa told the story. After whining for days I finally convinced my Dad to go back and dig it up. (I was 7 at the time). When we did, the house had already been torn down and everything was long gone.
 
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