Do You Have A Gun Shop Story?

neilin

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Do you have a gun shop story that sticks in your head?

My story is about a man I met in a gun shop, who had bought a Sig 9 mm new and had it for a few weeks. He was bragging about how much he loved that gun, which he carried CCW. I am always interested in something new, so I asked him, “How many rounds have you put through it?” He answered, “3.” I thought to myself, “Well, conversation over.”

What’s your story?
 
I worked 8 years at Knob Creek Gun Range. Seen plenty of dumb crap. One that sticks in my mind, me and another guy that worked there always were good naturedly doing the old 1911 vs Glock argument. This idiot customer takes his Glock and starts throwing it across the concrete floor, saying do your 1911 like that! I told him if I had a Glock I wouldn't be stupid enough to throw it across the floor!
 
A patron offered me a used LCP for $350. Told him I could buy a new one for that. He said his IS new ….. he’s carried it 3 or 4 years but never shot it. His full box of ammo came with it. As much as I like the constitutional carry concept ….. guys like that really give me pause.
 
I was in a shop and an older lady came in asking for a stun gun. The owner pulled one out, pressed the trigger with it pointing in tbe air and it snapped and crackled LOUDLY.

He handed it to the lady, puffed out his chest, thumped it and told her... "hit me" she wouldn't. He said if she couldn't shock him she would not be able to shock an intruder.

She saw the truth in it and stuck it on his chest and zapped him.

He grabbed her by the throat and YELLED... "I SUGGEST YOU PUT IT DOWN"

She did and he pulled a S&W model 60 and asked her if she was interested in REAL protection and she bought it on the spot!
 
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I got it back, but it took a while. I did have to get the Sheriff's department involved. Thanks to my reporting it stolen, and providing them with the serial number, they traced it back to a pawn shop where the guy who traded it in bought it from... He wasn't the person who stole it. And, I don't know if they ever caught the SOB that did?
The gun shop was actually pretty cool about it, as I had been a regular customer for years.
 
I was in a shop and an older lady came in asking for a stun gun. The owner pulled one out, pressed the trigger with it pointing in tbe air and it snapped and crackled LOUDLY.

He handed it to the lady, puffed out his chest, thumped it and told her... "hit me" she wouldn't. He said if she couldn't shock him she would not be able to shock an intruder.

She saw the truth in it and stuck it on his chest and zapped him.

He grabbed her by the throat and YELLED... "I SUGGEST YOU PUT IT DOWN"

She did and he pulled a S&W model 60 and asked her if she was interested in REAL protection and she bought it on the spot!
That may have had the desired result but geez. It was still stupid.
 
She saw the truth in it and stuck it on his chest and zapped him.

He grabbed her by the throat and YELLED... "I SUGGEST YOU PUT IT DOWN"
My wife had a friend who used a stun gun to put down a guy who attempted to murder her. He attacked her in a parking lot and she zapped him. Turned out he was wanted for murder in a neighboring state.
 
Funniest thing I ever heard in a gun store happened years ago at my local Mom & Pop sporting goods store. I usually dropped in there once or twice a week to see if any interesting used guns had been stocked. One day I walked in as man was trying to sell his rifle and he and the shop owner were going round and round about the price the shop owner had offered (I'm sure it was next to nothing the rifle was worth). In one final outburst the man trying to sell his rifle said to the gun shop owner, "Well I paid $400 for it new!" To which the gun store owner quickly replied, "Well then you paid too much for it!" And just as quickly the man shouted back, "Well I bought it here!" At that point I left the scene with a big smile on my face.
 
I worked is an AZ gun store, & had 2 hispanics, who barely spoke English, wanting to buy a magazine. I asked the normal questions, make model, caliber, etc. Got a totally confused look from them. They kept saying they needed a magazine, but obviously knew nothing about the differences. They left in a huff. As they left & only loud enough for my co-worker to hear, I said, Next time steal a revolver.
 
Now that reminds me of a story that happened and a public shooting area.

I had never been there but a work friend raved about it over agreed to meet one weekday morning.

Upon our arrival we were setting up. The place was a typical BLM land shooting area. Looked like a trash dump with a combination of spent brass and a few live rounds on the ground. Not a place I wanted to be, but what the heck the day was already shot.

A bit later a couple of Mexican guys arrived. Pulled a revolver out of a zipper case and just started pulling the trigger. Fortunately it only had six rounds in the cylinder.

The gun was a .357 Blackhawk. After they fired the rounds they stood there trying to figure out how to "open the cylinder".

They came over after a while and asked if we could help them reload. I told them nothing could be done as it was broken. At which time the offered to sell it to me "cheap".

I declined and we left as fast as we could load up my Jeep.

And obviously I never went back there again. BLM closed the area later because of the mess. I heard later that during clean up, besides unspent ammo, several firearms were found. But the kicker was the live grenade someone had apparently thrown that failed to explode.

As to why it didn't explode, the pin was still in place. Wonder where the thrower stole that from.
 
I was at Noble Firearms in Ft. Worth some years back. A guy came in with two holes in his calf. Said a .38 derringer fell out of his back pocket and went off. The owner said a different guy came in and bought a SP101. His Wife warned him if he brought another gun home she’d take a sledgehammer to it. And she did, he brought it back and said send it to Ruger for disposal. They sent him a new gun!
 
Back when I was living in the KC metro, I'd make a run to Cabela's on the Kansas side - over by the Legends and the Kansas Speedway - once a month or so.

One weekend afternoon I was browsing the ammo shelves. A store clerk kept trying to push Hornady's "Zombie Max" 9mm on me, on account of it was supposedly the same as Hornady's duty ammo save for cosmetic differences like the neon green tip and "Zombie" on the box. This was back when the whole Walking Dead craze was at its height and zombie-themed stuff was everywhere.

I politely declined, on grounds that if I actually had to shoot somebody I'd have enough legal worries without having to explain joke ammo to the cops and prosecutor's office. And said as much. Politely. Dude took my rejection of his expertise as a personal insult. Sigh.

Especially when he suggested that I just tell the cops I shot the hypothetical perp with duty ammo, and I'm like "So you want me to use joke ammo and lie to the cops about it. Seriously?"

Well, I didn't see him at Cabela's on subsequent visits, so I suppose being a sporting-goods salesman just wasn't for him.
 
I was in a shop and an older lady came in asking for a stun gun. The owner pulled one out, pressed the trigger with it pointing in tbe air and it snapped and crackled LOUDLY.

He handed it to the lady, puffed out his chest, thumped it and told her... "hit me" she wouldn't. He said if she couldn't shock him she would not be able to shock an intruder.

She saw the truth in it and stuck it on his chest and zapped him.

He grabbed her by the throat and YELLED... "I SUGGEST YOU PUT IT DOWN"

She did and he pulled a S&W model 60 and asked her if she was interested in REAL protection and she bought it on the spot!
A gun shop owner grabs an older woman by the throat ?? AFTER doing what he prodded her to do??

Guess the only words for this that I should say here are, this pretty much tops all the GS stories I've heard in 55 years,
 
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I worked at a LGS when stationed in Cali (when it was half way sane) so I have lots of stories. But the one that still brings me to tears thinking about is the after closing wax bullet firefights in the shop area. You think paint balls sting?

Not a LGS but a big box sporting goods store that sold firearms and had bow smithing. I was working as a Loss Prevention Manager, first "real" job after my discharge from Navy. Once a week after closing we would do a inventory of everything on display and in the vault. My undercovers would assist. One night we finished quickly and noticed there were a lot of cut off pieces from aluminum arrow shafts on the floor in the archery work area. About 2 or 3 inches long at most. We threw them down a aisle and started plinking at them with Red Ryders. When you hit one they took off like a propeller and made a whizzing/humming type noise like a big bug. There was a large apparel area in the middle of the store where they would land. The closing manager heard the noise and started investigating. Just as she rounded the corner a whizzing shaft flew by her, making her shriek thinking it was a bug....another landed in her hair and she ran to the front of the store spinning, screaming and pulling at her hair.....it was at that point I advised my LP staff this was never to be done again or spoken of again. Shortly after that I was promoted to District LP Manager. One of my LP guys was promoted to LP Manager taking my place. That closing manager was promoted to Store Manager. Whenever I visited that store for security compliance auditing or an investigation we would laugh hysterically about it. That manager was convinced there were huge bugs or birds in the store that night.
 
Once I stopped in a Gander Mountain and saw a 8 incher N Frame in the cabinet for sale. It said Model 27. I had the young clerk turn over the tag and it said $295. He said yeah there is a problem with the trigger (it had a trigger shoe on it). It looked 99.9%.

I had my wallet out of my pocket faster than a speeding bullet. As I was filling out the 4473 the Manager came over and said there was a problem with the computer record. Would I want to buy something else instead? No thank you. I'll take that one.

It took a good hour watching them looking at a computer screen and making phone calls, but they finally let it go. I admit that in the excitement I only did a cursory examination. I knew that the barrel said .357 Magnum and the stocks looked correct.

When I got it home and opened the cylinder it was a Pre-27 made in 1953. I suspect the dumb clerk mismarked the tag and it should have been $1295.

Even funnier, 2 years later I bought a Pre-14 in the same store for $249. It was only about 95% though.

I cried when Gander went out of business.
 
Not particularly funny, but . . .

Years ago I worked the “gun counter” at a small Iowa sporting goods store. Just inside the front door was the gun counter, with the usual glass top/front. Behind the counter was a glass-front wall display case for long guns. Pretty standard small layout. Had a pretty good offering of new and used guns.

One Saturday afternoon the door opened and in walked a relatively smallish guy, dressed in a longish “duster” coat, worn jeans and boots and a crumpled western hat. Needed a shave. He stopped and gave the store the once-over, then turned to the gun counter and scanned the handgun case, ignoring me so far. I asked if I could show him something. He quietly stared at me for a moment, then slowly unfastened the long coat and pulled back the right side of it, revealing a low-slung and leg-tied holster holding what appeared to be a single-action revolver. He held that pose for a moment, then while staring me in the eyes said softly “I got what I need right here. When I clear leather she spits level.” Refastened his coat, turned and walked out the door without saying another word.

I had never seen him before. Told some folks about him and no one seemed to have seen him either. Never saw him again.
 
Never saw him again.

Not even in westerns? I've seen him a bunch.....but no worries, if he didn't send a stream of tabacky juice into the spittoon he wasn't real....you did have a spittoon right? If not, maybe that's why he left so abruptly.....he wasn't looking for guns...he wanted a spittoon and a whiskey before heading back out on the trail.
 
I was in a gun store in the Houston area that had an indoor range, I was in the retail area when one of the guys on the range intentionally shot himself in the head. Pretty crazy!
I guess spending a few hours per week in a gun store, you can expect to hear stupid comments, some make you wish there were IQ tests to vote and buy guns!
 
Mid 70s, was in a gun store in Dayton, Ohio. Saw someone leave, then one clerk ask another "Did you sell that guy that rifle.", clerk said "No". Clerk nearest the door headed out at a run. Don't remember if they caught the guy.
 
Not even in westerns? I've seen him a bunch.....but no worries, if he didn't send a stream of tabacky juice into the spittoon he wasn't real....you did have a spittoon right? If not, maybe that's why he left so abruptly.....he wasn't looking for guns...he wanted a spittoon and a whiskey before heading back out on the trail.

Yeah, I know. The whole thing was really strange. Only took a couple of minutes. When I told the store owner about it she admitted to seeing "somebody" at the gun counter with me, but she didn't see or hear any of the details.

I would cast Jack Elam to play him in a movie even though he had two apparently good eyes. :ROFLMAO:
 
Stopped in LGS, owner was working alone. The item I came to purchase was in a far back room. Owner asks, "Got you're postol?". "Well ya" I responded.
"Good, if anyone comes in and tries to steal a gun, shoot 'em. I'll be back in a minute."
 
Was working evenings and weekends at a gun shop / indoor shooting range in Millington, TN while stationed at NAS Memphis. One of our regulars came in with his brand new Desert Eagle in .50AE. After about 30 rounds on the range, he came back out holding a paper towel to his forehead blotting the blood that was coming from a gash over his right eye. Turns out that every ejected empty bounced off his head, finally breaking the skin.
We offered our gunsmith services to make some adjustments, but he said he would take care of it himself. He came in again the following week saying it was all taken care of, and proceeded to shoot (from that time on) with a clear plastic face mask, and it was hilarious to watch through the windows. Every shot would have the empty cartridge bouncing off the face mask.
 
Millington, TN

Sounds like something a Millington local would do.......I will never forget playing a round of "rodeo" in the local bars there.....the local "plump" type females subjected themselves to it regularly...that's how I learned spandex can floss your teeth but bloody your gums.....you would have to be there to understand but when you heard the countdown reach zero you dropped to your knees, got a mouthful of spandex and had to hold on until you heard the clanging of bottles/mugs simulating the 8 sec bell......That was after EBAT phase and before A School started and we were allowed off base liberty.
 
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