So many boating accidents

[ImprovedModel56Fan]

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

" . . . 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]

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.

 

[SC_Mike]

My dog ate mine.

 

[sheepdawg]

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

Monsters........that's it, monsters. Monsters ate mine.

 

[S42N8]

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.

 

[DeathGrip]

Lost mine in a sink hole.

 

[Black_Sheep]

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

Whoa! Everyone knows that dogs eat homework and monsters hide under the bed...

 

[rwsmith]

You should give......

More and more I see postings by forum members relating to stories of how their guns were sadly lost in a boating accident. Some members just make quick comments relating to such accidents. I want to add my story here as well. Mine were all sadly lost at sea when I was traversing the Atlantic on the Titanic. That was the name I gave my new sailboat and, in hindsight, that might not have been a good name for the boat. Lost everything I had on that boat and have been unable to afford today's high prices to replace them.

With respect to the number of these stories, my next boat may well be a dredge to possibly retrieve some of the these lost treasures. If I do so, I'll nether confirm nor deny that I've found any such items but you may find them on Gun Broker.

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.

 

[MattO]

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]

My dog ate mine.

This can happen, it is sad.

 

[msinc]

Honest to gods truth...a buddy of mine was told by his MIL that if he quit smoking she would buy him the gun of his choice. He is a real huckster so he agrees and she buys him a Diana grade Browning OU that is like $7k!!! He promptly sold it for pennies on the dollar. This idiot gets caught smoking and she says "lets have that shotgun!!!"
Seems he let his brother take it duck hunting and it fell out of the boat in rough weather. They were lucky to survive the 12 foot waves. They did drop a decoy the second it fell out of the boat to mark the spot but the wind and waves were so severe the decoy was blown way off the spot where the gun was dropped. He "hired" two different divers to try and retrieve the gun but neither was successful. Imagine that!!! True story.

 

[Frank46]

Lost mine in a tragic way. While transporting the guns in my boat crossing da bayou a large waterspout blew up and around in circles we went. Well truth be told that waterspout caused the ground below the water to open up and everything gun,boat and almost me to get sucked down underground only reason I survived was I was wearing a life jacket.I spoke with a geologist who said that they had records of things like this happen and on record. Then I asked what about getting the guns back?. he replied "to the best information we have anything that goes down below ground stays there never to return" I've made up a gizmo of a 175 pound pull magnet and a couple hundred feet of nylon rope. Numerous attempts have been made but so far nothing was retrieved. Frank