acts of stupidity

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Ross Smith posted this 14 November 2018

Went to the range today after surviving yesterday. I always wondered why you are supposed to set your chrony at 15'. I watched the fellow next to me set his up at 5'. The concussion and gas blew it apart. It was okay, just dis-assemled.

My act of low intelligence was to heat up some bullets in a pan of carnuba red lube so the lube would adhere better in this cold air. So I set it in a pan of boiling water on my turkey cooker and went in side for awhile. Awhile too long. ON my return the lube was smoking and the water boiled dry and there was enough heat under some of the bullets that they actually melted. coulda burnt the house down.

Anyone else? besides John and Lee?

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BigMan54 posted this 14 November 2018

HEY !!!

I thought I owned the right to "acts of stupid". 

But l did some casting today,  and nothing wrong happened.

WOW!! , I can do something right once in a while. But l did manage to misplace both sets of hex wrenches. 

And I did leave the fire on under the pan after making some hash&eggs on Fri morn. But I can see the cooktop from where I sit to eat. Noticed the smoke about 3 bite in. Didn't even set off the smoke alarm. 

Long time Caster/Reloader, Getting back into it after almost 10yrs. Life Member NRA 40+yrs, Life S.A.S.S. #375. Does this mean a description of me as a fumble-fingered knuckle-draggin' baboon. I also drool in my sleep. I firmly believe that true happiness is a warm gun. Did I mention how much I HATE auto-correct on this blasted tablet.

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fa38 posted this 14 November 2018

Getting out of bed some mornings.

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BigMan54 posted this 14 November 2018

Sitting down on the powered recliner, before turning on the wall switch that powers the outlet it's plugged into.

Long time Caster/Reloader, Getting back into it after almost 10yrs. Life Member NRA 40+yrs, Life S.A.S.S. #375. Does this mean a description of me as a fumble-fingered knuckle-draggin' baboon. I also drool in my sleep. I firmly believe that true happiness is a warm gun. Did I mention how much I HATE auto-correct on this blasted tablet.

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.22-10-45 posted this 15 November 2018

In the past, I had read about how the front windgage sights had caused the death of shooters while adjusting with body in front of loaded rifle.  I poo-pooed this as heresy....Until I was at range for first time out with an Axtell .40-70 long-range with just such a front sight.  I had just shot a very small group and in my excitement to move groups to target center, I jumped up & was adjusting sight...when my left eye happened to look down that long 34" barrel...to see the hammer standing at full cock on a loaded chamber!  Muzzle at the time was nicely centered between my eyes!

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jchiggins posted this 15 November 2018

I don't think I'll live long enough to list all the stupid and absentminded things I have done.  Even If I did, the volume of words would sink the CBA website and storage capacity of some cloud storage.  

It's funny how stepping up and admitting you just did something really dumb makes you feel better.  Must be why I'm so happy.

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Ross Smith posted this 16 November 2018

This is good stuff, keep it up. We need to learn from this, so don't be bashful, fess up.

If Yogi didn't say this , he should have: The reason you make mistakes is so that when you do it again, you know it was a mistake.

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BigMan54 posted this 16 November 2018

Gee, I got nothing to add today. Went out to the DR. Came home, had lunch, took a nap. Got up, culled bullets from Tuesday casting session. Remembered to epoxy sprue handle on "new" 6cav mold. Had Dinner, watching TV. 

Nope haven't screwed up a single thing today.  This has been a very unusual day.

Did watch an old Gunsmoke, Chester complaining about his horse taking in air when he tried to tighten the cinch. 

Remember trying to cinch up Regal at 10yrs old, blasted horse could hold his breath longer then a whale. Stupid horse stepped on my foot while I was waiting for him to finally exhale.  Not just once but THREE BLASTED TIMES. 

So I have been committing acts of stupidity for 50+yrs. 

Old habit die hard. 

Long time Caster/Reloader, Getting back into it after almost 10yrs. Life Member NRA 40+yrs, Life S.A.S.S. #375. Does this mean a description of me as a fumble-fingered knuckle-draggin' baboon. I also drool in my sleep. I firmly believe that true happiness is a warm gun. Did I mention how much I HATE auto-correct on this blasted tablet.

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delmarskid posted this 18 November 2018

I butchered my deer today. I split the spine with a swazall. Oh sure right down the middle of the left backstrap.

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Brodie posted this 18 November 2018

We just boned my Elk and Deer out.  Ground scraps and neck to hamburger, and packaged the rest in one to two pound packages.  thank Goodness I have a friend with all the equipment and knowledge to do it, otherwise the elk alone would have cost me $200 min., and I wouldn't have gotten as much meat in the freezer.

Well it is an act of stupidity if you post it under the wrong head line.  Sorry.

 

B.E.Brickey

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BigMan54 posted this 18 November 2018

Brodie,

HEY,

This is "acts of stupidity" . 

Not acts of intelligence. 

Long time Caster/Reloader, Getting back into it after almost 10yrs. Life Member NRA 40+yrs, Life S.A.S.S. #375. Does this mean a description of me as a fumble-fingered knuckle-draggin' baboon. I also drool in my sleep. I firmly believe that true happiness is a warm gun. Did I mention how much I HATE auto-correct on this blasted tablet.

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max503 posted this 18 November 2018

Not gun related but as a kid I put gasoline-soaked newspapers in a cracker box and lit it on fire.  It wasn't burning very well so I blew real hard into the still-burning open end of the box.  Don't think that's stupid?  Try it......

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Scearcy posted this 19 November 2018

I do most of my casting in the winter. I always used to cool the ingot molds in the snow to speed up the process. The inevitable happened of course. Can't imagine why I ever thought  putting ingot molds in the snow was a good idea.

Jim

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delmarskid posted this 20 November 2018

I can relate. In a burst of brilliance, literally, I boiled gasoline on a charcoal grill inside of the garage.

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Millelacs posted this 21 November 2018

.          I can relate. In a burst of brilliance, literally, I boiled gasoline on a charcoal grill inside of the garage.
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Almost as good:
While on a Boy Scout trip to the Black Hills in the '60's, I went to start a "new' campfire in the morning with some "Magic Fire Water", aka kerosene.  It turns out the campfire wasn't out, just "sleeping".  Fire followed the kerosene back up to the gallon can, with fire around the opening.  One of the Scoutmasters in a tent close to the campfire, called out asking if everything was OK.  I called out "What?"  He asked again, by that time I had put out the fire on the kerosene can, so I replied everything was fine.
Another instance, with more serious consequences, by a high school classmate of mine.  Leading up to the 4th of July, after graduation, he was using cherry bombs to shoot tin cans up into the air, like missiles.  It turns out that the last can had been used to hold gasoline.  Instead of shooting up in the air, it blew up.  He wound up with serious burns on the side of his chin.  I don't think he ever did that again.

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Brodie posted this 21 November 2018

Remember the old Jr. High/High School Science class experiment where you fill a WIDE mouth jar with oxygen and put a glowing ember inside and it bursts into flame?  Well, I tried to repeat the experiment with my oxy/acetelene torch.  When I dropped the glowing cigarette but into the quart, glass seven up bottle I found out that my cutting torch leaked some small amount of acetylene unless the supply line was shut off at the tank.  Sitting on the ground I watched a fire ball erupt between my legs as I went over backwards.  We picked up green glass all the way out into the street.

One of many (not even including my first wife).

B.E.Brickey

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Ross Smith posted this 21 November 2018

This is all hilarious but surely I'm not the only one stupid enough to cast bullets barefoot?  Let's have more shooting/casting goofs.

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BigMan54 posted this 21 November 2018

Well I'm back to stupid today. Went to P.O. today. Mailing 200 260gr 45-Colt bullets to a friend. Small rate box, Very HEAVY. Put it on top the wall, slid it along, knocking off the letter I needed a M.O. for, dropped letter, picked it up, knocked HEAVY box off of wall with shoulder. 

You guys see where this is going, right ?

Landed on my little toes

in the open sandel.

It is SoCal, after all, shorts, Hawaiian shirts, sandals until mid December.

So, not one but two broken toes. And I have to Wear Shoes on Thanksgiving .    

I've broken my little toes so many times, I'm surprised they haven't just fallen off to Escape the pain.

Long time Caster/Reloader, Getting back into it after almost 10yrs. Life Member NRA 40+yrs, Life S.A.S.S. #375. Does this mean a description of me as a fumble-fingered knuckle-draggin' baboon. I also drool in my sleep. I firmly believe that true happiness is a warm gun. Did I mention how much I HATE auto-correct on this blasted tablet.

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Bisley posted this 23 November 2018

Been awhile since I last posted; coupla years, I imagine.

Thirty-two and some-odd years ago Dad stepped into the loading room and softy announced, "I am looking for a load for my quiet gun." Since closing his junk shop and gun store in Anne Arundel County,  Maryland, in 1959, Dad had driven up the Alcan with my two oldest siblings to settle in Peter's Creek, twenty miles north of town on the Glenn Highway. The quiet gun was a suppressed STEN Mk II, which Dad said had been used by the British Frog teams in the south Pacific. He traded into it when he ran Shady Oaks Trading Post in AA County, and skipped the December 1968 amnesty period because "They just wanted everybody's name on a list."

In any case, people moved north with the oil money and let their dogs run loose. The SPCA-designed cage trap we built had it's tripwire cut. I bagged one stray with a .22 but we were worried someone would follow the noise and discover the mutt on the back of the truck before we went to the dump. I had also just started casting bullets and saw the 9mm as an opportunity to stretch my casting knowledge a bit. Besides, I had fired the STEN off the back porch and it was fun not to need muffs.

The bullet should be a hollow-point, I reasoned at the ripe age of fifteen years, and so chose the single-cavity 358439 off the shelf. Since I was loading for 9mm, I selected the 1950s-vintage  Lyman Cast Bullet Handbook for charge weight. 4.8 grains Bullseye. Of course, taking safety into account meant a reduction in powder charge for starting loads. 4.5 grains would be a good starting load. Six of these were assembled in 1943-headstamped cases, squeezed into a magazine and pointed toward the six-cord woodpile.

I defeated, but did not further damage, the suppressor. My ears were ringing and the bolt remained closed. When I finally yanked it open, the head came off the case. Needed a cleaning brush to get the body of the case out. Finally settled on a load of 2.5 grains Bullseye with Lyman 358416 or 358439HP. Stayed quiet and fed reliably. But I was done casting bullets in a bathrobe by then...

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David Lenz posted this 24 November 2018

December 24th 2015 while surrounded by family I had a misfire in a .22LR derringer that should have been hung on the wall 50 years ago. Instead of putting it away until I was at my table where it would be warm in a vise and well lit with no else’s opinion of what was wrong, I decided to work on it right there. A poorly positioned finger and palm soon had holes through them. With Christmas activities scheduled for the next two days I headed to the ER to hopefully have the end of that finger removed as quickly as possible only to find out I had just made the best shot of my life, I missed all bones. After a lot of jokes and explaining what happened for the next two days, the derringer resides in a drawer. Not my only act of stupidity but by far the most preventable.

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Ross Smith posted this 24 November 2018

A man after my own heart.

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Ken Campbell Iowa posted this 24 November 2018

when i wuz a kid, i liked to interact with mechanical things ... so if something was apart, i put it together ... if it was together, i took it apart ...  ( early on, I often couldn't reverse that process ... ) ....  did you know that if you double the amount of powder in a teensy little 22 long rifle you could take the springy extractor off of a perfectly good marlin bolt action without any tools ?? ...  and the walnut gods mysteriously took that exact instant to recall that stock back to fence post heaven .. .... i know the gods were there because they made a very loud entrance ... ....

followed was my very first stock i built from scratch out of a $4 piece of walnut plank .

i am, therefore i lived ...

ken

 

 

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delmarskid posted this 25 November 2018

This wasn't stupid but it was risky. I handled a Dakota single shot today. My God this thing made a number one fel like a trombone.

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