So many boating accidents
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YogiBear
Absent Comrade
Aloha,
Mine were lost when my truck broke thru the thin crust on a fresh lava field.
I barely escaped with my life before the truck was swallowed by the hot lava.
Mine were lost when my truck broke thru the thin crust on a fresh lava field.
I barely escaped with my life before the truck was swallowed by the hot lava.
Rick_A
Member
I got rid of all my assault rifles, assault pistols, and assault magazines...for the children. The local PD was kind enough to give me $50 in food stamps for each gun. Bless their hearts.
Bajadoc
US Veteran
I learned the hard way to use a retention holster while waterskiing.
Arik
Member
Am I the only one who thinks this excuse/analogy/explanation/ is childish? Every time I hear it it's like hearing a 7 year old explaining how a monster ate his homework
I love the ones where the boat does not even get off of its trailer !!
Mostly if both rigs end up in the soup !!
That takes "Talent" !!
Mostly if both rigs end up in the soup !!
That takes "Talent" !!
ModernRifle
Member
No. we all think it is childish? You are just late to the party.
Where did you lose yours?
Mine fell out of a plane and into a boat which then sank. [emoji4]I can't believe all of these boating accidents, I think some people telling them are fibbing. Mine fell out of a plane I was flying so you know I'm telling the truth.
Matt, I gotta ask, which one do like better, Ginger or Mary Ann?
I gotta go with Mary Ann.
My guns were all lost in that tragic tidal wave that hit Iowa last year.
We barely survived.
Jim
" . . . and then the man left and that's when the dog ate my homework."
"Johnny, you do realize that you are in English class, not math class, don't you? I am not Mr. Fenstermacher, I am Mrs. Glazier, and I live next door to you. You don't even have a dog! Am I going to have to inform your mother that you not only didn't do your homework, but also lied about it?"
"But, Mrs. Glazier, I wasn't lying. I was just speaking AlGoreically!"
REM 3200
US Veteran
Funny stories. However,(there is always a however isn't there?). Except for two pistols that we took with us when we fled north, all mine got heavily damaged in Katrina. 
They were insured but that never really covers the loss. It would have cost far more than they were worth to restore them, plus we lost the entire house so had much more on our mind than the guns. The insurance company let me keep them and I am waiting for a gun buy back, like that is going to happen in South Mississippi. 
Oh well, I started a new collection.
They were insured but that never really covers the loss. It would have cost far more than they were worth to restore them, plus we lost the entire house so had much more on our mind than the guns. The insurance company let me keep them and I am waiting for a gun buy back, like that is going to happen in South Mississippi. Oh well, I started a new collection.
SC_Mike
Member
My dog ate mine.
So there we were, my father and I, ice fishing in January on Lake Winnibigoshish. It was getting late in the afternoon, the sun was going down, and the beer was consumed. We had just loaded the last of the 2x4 scraps in the wood stove, when the bobber went down the hole. The reel screamed, and we grabbed for the line. The fight (with the fish, that is) was on.
We fought the fish for what seemed like hours, but eventually dragged it into the hole - a huge northern. It glared at us, then lunged out of the hole, knocked over the stove, and with an evil sneer, slipped back into the water and was gone.
Burning pine coals were everywhere, glowing through the smoke and ash. Splashing lake water on the burning canvas was futile, and we were forced to bail out of the fish house, leaving our coats, tackle, and the blackberry schnapps behind...along with two 4"-inch pre29s, a 28-gauge Winchester Model 12 and <sniff> my trusty .380 Lorcin backup.
Having retreated to the pickup, we watched in horror as the blackberry-scented smoke rose from the wreckage, and the ammo began to cook off while the hapless fish house melted its way through the ice into the cold dark waters.
It was a long drive back to the cabin.
As we got back onto dry land, we looked at each other, wondering how we were going to explain this one, and started laughing, knowing that if nothing else, we had a fish story about the big one that got away, and went out with
(Yep)
Guns blazing.
I really miss that Lorcin.
We fought the fish for what seemed like hours, but eventually dragged it into the hole - a huge northern. It glared at us, then lunged out of the hole, knocked over the stove, and with an evil sneer, slipped back into the water and was gone.
Burning pine coals were everywhere, glowing through the smoke and ash. Splashing lake water on the burning canvas was futile, and we were forced to bail out of the fish house, leaving our coats, tackle, and the blackberry schnapps behind...along with two 4"-inch pre29s, a 28-gauge Winchester Model 12 and <sniff> my trusty .380 Lorcin backup.
Having retreated to the pickup, we watched in horror as the blackberry-scented smoke rose from the wreckage, and the ammo began to cook off while the hapless fish house melted its way through the ice into the cold dark waters.
It was a long drive back to the cabin.
As we got back onto dry land, we looked at each other, wondering how we were going to explain this one, and started laughing, knowing that if nothing else, we had a fish story about the big one that got away, and went out with
(Yep)
Guns blazing.
I really miss that Lorcin.
DeathGrip
US Veteran
Lost mine in a sink hole.
Black_Sheep
Member
Whoa! Everyone knows that dogs eat homework and monsters hide under the bed...
You should give......
I'd look Robert Ballard up. He has robots and stuff for that. There was a documentary on TV about him looking for my guns on the bottom of Lake Marion but their location remains a mystery to this day. I told him he should look in the Ashley River but they ran out of time on the expedition.
I'd look Robert Ballard up. He has robots and stuff for that. There was a documentary on TV about him looking for my guns on the bottom of Lake Marion but their location remains a mystery to this day. I told him he should look in the Ashley River but they ran out of time on the expedition.
Matt, I gotta ask, which one do like better, Ginger or Mary Ann?
I gotta go with Mary Ann.
My guns were all lost in that tragic tidal wave that hit Iowa last year.
We barely survived.
Jim
MaryAnn myself. Ginger is high maintenance.
ModernRifle
Member
This can happen, it is sad.
