Unique Weapons and Firearms: A Personal Journey

As someone with a unique collection of weapons, I’ll share a few of the peculiar items I own. Starting with the mundane and moving on to the more unconventional, here’s a list of the tools I carry in my everyday life:

Common Tools and Steel Objects

Hammers Screwdrivers Pocketknife Tire irons Baseball bats Kitchen knives Chairs Jack handles Ball point pens Cast iron frying pans Rocks Fireplace irons My bare hands and body parts like elbows and feet A brick A yard of wire A broken beer bottle Nail clippers with a filing ‘blade’

These are the items that I occasionally use for various tasks, from repairing woodwork and metalwork to collecting firewood. However, it’s worth noting that in specific stringent environments, like air travel, even seemingly harmless objects like nail clippers can cause issues.

Firearms: A Different Breed of Weapon

Firearms, on the other hand, are a bit different. Although I no longer own any firearms, my past collection was a marvel of variety and legality. I used to own a complete armory, ranging from a .50 cal all the way down to a .17HMR. However, a storm once nearly claimed my precious collection.

The Great Rescue of 1994: A Story of a Miscalculated Return

One summer, I loaded all my firearms into a canoe with a goal to resight them. The journey began calmly, but as fate would have it, a strong wind came up, forcing me to head out to sea to avoid broaching the canoe. Despite my efforts, which included using the stock of a duck gun and eventually a Marlin model 60, the current was too strong. After hours of battling the waves, I was within 500 yards of a lighthouse and all weapons were illuminated by its beam. The impulse to cover my eyes to shield from the bright light caused me to unbalance the canoe, resulting in the loss of nearly my entire armory.

The Aftermath: A Life Without Guns

That day, I lost everything. Without my firearms, I felt bereft. It was a day that haunts me, not just because of the loss but because of the lessons learned in the storm. It taught me about the unpredictability of nature and the importance of being prepared.

So that’s my story with weapons and firearms – a mix of the everyday to the extraordinary. Each item has its place in my life, but the connection with firearms remains a poignant reminder of life’s unexpected turns.