Ill go first, since I started the thread.

I was hunting in the Adirondack State Park. The morning was perfect. It was still dark. The snow underfoot was a dusty cold powder that made no sound. The easier trail to the bottom of the mountain was blocked by a giant beaver dam, one of many that appear like giant lakes and disappear as quickly. The one thing we had against us was cold. Bitter, bone shaking cold. To say one could see ones breath was an understatement, as it became an almost opaque cloud as soon as one exhaled. Moving though the snow to our preferred spots was going to be slow and cold.
  About an hour later, after what seemed like days, I arrived at my spot, a small metal box that someone had obviously put here for the same reason I was using it, to look down over the trail and clearing below.It was the coldest I ever felt, even in my one piece, layered up, and wearing toe warmers in my boots.The morning was deadly still but cold nonetheless. Ice clung to my face mask. My rifle was slung on my shoulder and the barrel rose up next to my face. Small crystals of ice clung to the barrel, and for a moment I thought of the movie "A Christmas Story" and thought "It cant be that cold."

That is where I did it, first. I put my tongue to the barrel.

So after I realize my tongue is stuck to the barrel of a loaded .444, I begin to think about ways to get free, without leaving large portions of tongue stuck to my barrel, which at the time, almost seemed reasonable if not highly painful. I reached behind me and fished my water bottle out of its case.

Note to self. Mesh case will not keep your Poland Spring from freezing.

So there I sit on a box at the top of a hill with my tongue stuck to a Winchester and my water is frozen, so I lift a foot up and grab a handful of snow off my boot. I wonder if DEC had come across me right there, if they would have asked me what institution I escaped from.

I drizzle the water from my hands and slowly peel my tongue off the barrel, leaving a small film of what used to be part of my mouth on the barrel. I had to laugh at myself for being such a fool, and wanted to write it in my pocket journal.

Years before, I found that I could not write in the cold due to the ink in the pens freezing up, so I switched to  pencils. I took out my little book and thought for a long time on how to start. After writing half, I stopped because I thought I heard something, and stayed at hunting for an hour or so, and picked up the book to write again, putting the metal tip of the pencil in my mouth........I flinched, it ripped a neat, tiny little chunk of lip out, and I was not so amused anymore.


So there is two stupid things I have done, or one stupid thing twice in the same day, however you want to look at it...

Anyone else do stupid things and admit to it later?

I'm sure I can come up with a few.  Gimme a little while!!!

I don't know if it actually qualifies as stupid, but it wasn't by best moment.

I was hunting in the Catskills in the late 1970's, standing in the freezing cold and just as I was about to leave I saw a buck. It wasn't large, but it was my first buck!

I watched him move thru the brush until I could take the shot and finally let it go.  Down he went.

I was really excited but waited the requisite 10 minutes or so before going over to him.

There he was, lying at my feet as I bent over him and suddenly I realized that I was bleeding!

I had accidently hit the bridge of my nose with the edge of my scope and put a nice gash in it.

The scar is still visible to this day.

Quoted from Sparkz

I don't know if it actually qualifies as stupid, but it wasn't by best moment.

I was hunting in the Catskills in the late 1970's, standing in the freezing cold and just as I was about to leave I saw a buck. It wasn't large, but it was my first buck!

I watched him move thru the brush until I could take the shot and finally let it go.  Down he went.

I was really excited but waited the requisite 10 minutes or so before going over to him.

There he was, lying at my feet as I bent over him and suddenly I realized that I was bleeding!

I had accidently hit the bridge of my nose with the edge of my scope and put a nice gash in it.

The scar is still visible to this day.

Facial bleeding after firing does qualify, but I think we have taken at least one "sucker punch" from our firearms!

Doc, I needed that today. Siting at my desk LMAO! Thanks for sharing.

Ithn't thath thomething!!  

Quoted from Doc T

Facial bleeding after firing does qualify, but I think we have taken at least one "sucker punch" from our firearms!

Here's a quick "sucker punch" story.....

I was in the USMC and we were training in house to house clearing. While clearing a house, I decided it would be a good idea to burst into the next room running as fast as I could. I quickly found out that an M-16 does not fit thru a regular sized doorway when holding the weapon in front of you and running full speed. The rifle hit the door frame, then my face hit the rifle my feet came out from under me and down I went. No blood, but I definitely saw stars and I was pretty embarrassed.

I like the idea of this thread, it should make for some good laughs.....I am just worried how many times I am gonna end up posting.

We used to have a house in Vermont on the side of a mountain about 2 miles from the town of Rochester. It was just the three of use then my daughter had not yet been born. It was New Years Eve and it was just us enjoying our home away from home. The house was a typical A frame type house with three levels and multi zone electric heat. The bedrooms were down stairs,the middle floor was the living area and kitchen  and the upper was the loft.
It was way below zero that night and while we had the fireplace blazing, it was very obvious that the heat on the middle level was just not working. No matter how large a fire we built, I could not get the room any warmer than 55 degrees. We decided to give up and get some sleep  I had decided that I would tackle the heat problem in the morning.

The next morning, (New years day) I got up early, and went up stairs to get the heat working. The first thing I decided that i needed to do was to get the fire going because i was freezing upstairs. I put a load of wood in the fireplace and grabbed the firestarer except I couldn't get the fire starter bricks apart, I was freezing so I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife, place the two stuck bricks on the palm of my hand and slammed the knife between the two bricks, the bricks separtated and feel on the floor and the 8" butcher knife remained nicely stuck in my palm. I wrapped my palm as best as I could, fixed the heat, made the fire and got dressed.

And we spent the rest of New years day in the emergency room of the closest hospital which was about 40 minutes away.

My Wife and Son still bust my chops about it!

My first deer i shot I never waited ran down to him he just layed there in the brush so i grab his back legs and stared to drag him out thats when i found out he was still alive so I took my 35 marlin cocked it and shot the deer in the neck with out letting the back legs go
when i find the picture i will post it

i cannot in all good conscience so overburden the LIF bandwith as to list all of the stupid things i've done lol.  Let's just say it will be very difficult for my kids to pull the wool over my eyes in an shape, manner or form.  

Oh man are we funny (dumb). I was hunting in the Catskills all morning. I realized how I could only see 50 or sixty yards in any direction. There was a huge tree that had blown down on an angle. I figured I could walk up it and have a better view, maybe a 100 yards or more. I walked up the tree and thought how great it was. I leaned back on a branch sticking up and it broke. I went out of the tree backwards from about 8 feet up. As I fell backwards through the branches my rifle hung in the branches and there I hung with my feet about 2 feet off the ground. I let go and landed standing, then my gun came down and hit me in the head.
Thank goodness I didn't get hurt and no one saw me.

If a man falls in the middle of the forest and no-one is there to hear it or see it I say your ok, it never happened - denial works for me

I got you all beat

I moved to NY

Quoted from sigsauerny

I got you all beat

I moved to NY

I haven't even started reading these posts yet. . . but I know they have to be funny as heck!

Me!? . . . . I can't even go there.  lol

Have fun with this one guys. . . . Is it spring yet!  

Quoted from sigsauerny

I got you all beat

I moved to NY

I think I can top that...

I got engaged to a gun hating uber liberal many years back -- thankfully she did me the favor of calling it off! Otherwise I might be living in Ossining right now.

Quoted from gmirsky

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Otherwise I might be living in Ossining right now.

Hold on a second, let's not be too hasty. What's the CCL policy there?

Quoted from gmirsky

I think I can top that...

I got engaged to a gun hating uber liberal many years back -- thankfully she did me the favor of calling it off! Otherwise I might be living in Ossining right now.

I got you beat

I did just that - wife has warmed up a bit but the in-laws are not exactly gun friendly  

19 year old male + 1963 Rambler(cost $75) + 1 boat ramp + ice covered bay in Februrary = you do  the math.

By the way Ramblers don't float!

Quoted from Tunaguy

1963 Rambler

I had one to hence my CB handle "the rambling man" back in 1976 - 1978

Robyne has a 1965 Rambler in the driveway. Restoration project on back burner. Some of you might know it, it went through the Westchester Post Office with a little old lady at the wheel in the early 80's...

Quoted from BLAMMO

Hold on a second, let's not be too hasty. What's the CCL policy there?

CCL in Ossining prison?

Sig is right, he has me beat.

My friend had a online gf upstate, so one day we went to go see her in franklynville... everything went well ect ect. So a month later my friends call me and says he wants to go get the grils, so the 3 of us went to get my friends 2 girls and bring back to ny. I was drivng and low and behold one girl told there mom they were going to the other girls house and the other girl told her mom the same thing... well being a small town they found out.... Just thankful when the state cops pulled me over we never left NY.... Charges were dropped but It was looking pretty hairy for a few mins untill my richs friends dad called lawyers and sorted everything out.....

What a day.... BTW statetrooper was a female....

Quoted from Tunaguy

19 year old male + 1963 Rambler(cost $75) + 1 boat ramp + ice covered bay in Februrary = you do  the math.

Not the great south bay during the nasty 1978 winter???....  We walked across from Amityville Beach to gilgo... and there was a couple sunken jalopies...  VW beetles DID float btw... for a little while at least.