'lost' tool funny one.

[HiTechTed]

In 1988 I purchased a brand new Hamer guitar. I had it for about 5 years, then sold it around 93. I'd say about 4 years later ('97), I visited a friend I hadn't seen in for a few years and there, hanging from his ceiling was that guitar (I never asked why he used it as a decoration). It was missing some minor parts but otherwise it was good. I gave him $35 for it and took it home. I had it for another 3 years, during which I stripped the paint and added a switch to it. I eventually took it to a music store and sold it again (about 2000). I didn't really want to sell it but I needed the money. Shortly after that we moved away.

In the summer of 2008 I was going to town to buy some stuff at Lowe's and decided to stop at a pawn shop along the way, just on a whim. I always go there and look at the guitars because there's a private college close by and sometimes the students pawn decent gear there. I was skimming over the headstocks when I saw "Hamer" on one of them. I walked over and it was my freaking guitar! I knew because the grain of the wood on the top has a distinct pattern, and the serial number was from 1988. I about peed my pants and couldn't get my wallet out fast enough. It's about a 60 mile drive from where I sold the guitar to the pawn shop where I found it again. Had I not stopped in there that day, I might have never seen it. Needless to say, I have decided to keep it this time...

 

[NormL]

I recall once as a young kid, I had a new pocket knife which was hard to come by since money was tight. .

Gary:

Your story about the lost and found knife reminded me of what happened to me when I was 13. My Dad promised me a wrist watch for my 13 th birthday and I was thrilled. A couple months later I was swathing a field of grain and in the process of untangling some straw from the mechanism of the swather, my watch fell off my arm and I didn't realize it. Later, when I wanted to check the time, it was gone! I was devastated.

Several days later, my Dad and oldest brother were harvesting that field. Remembering that I had lost my watch on that field, my Dad made a seat for himself on the header of the combine right beside the pickup tines and kept a sharp eye out for it. To the amazement of us all, and my utter delight, he spotted it and signaled for my brother to stop so he could pick it up. You never saw a more thankful and appreciative son as I was on receiving my treasured watch again! Sure, it was an inexpensive Timex and Dad could easily have bought another one for me. On thinking about it today, I shudder at the risks he took, sitting as he did so close to the moving parts of that combine. I'm thinking my Guardian Angels and his were working as a team that day, keeping him safe and showing him where to look. I'm tearing up as I'm writing this some fifty six years later.

 

[chopped]

One of my favorites is with the wipers on my dads old car. We have a camp about 120 miles from home.One real snowy night as we returned home, The passenger wiper 'fell' off on this sharp on ramp corner. We stoped but couldnt find it.So we pulled the arm off and proceeded with just the drivers running.The next week we noticed an edge of it sticking out of the snowbank but the heavy wet frozen snow held it in the banking. We drove by it each sunday nigth for a month or so untill a good thaw and then we were able to recover it .LOL

 

[robbyr]

An update to my earlier post. K0ua made me feel so bad for my poor little lost pocket knife. I went out looking for it again and ran the magnet over the area for another hour or so. Started to dig up the two most likely shrubs, but I planted them so meticulously that I know I would have noticed the knife fall in so it has to be some other place.

Today I went out to check on the shrubs and voila! My pocket knife missed me too! It must have dug itself out and crawled laboriously across the grass to a place I would be sure to find him. Oddly, a place I had looked and dragged that magnet across several times with no luck. Today, however, I spot him just a few seconds after walking over to the beds. Such a joyous reunion it was! I picked him up and carried him back into the house where he received a nice hot soapy bath and a good rubdown with oil. I told him I loved him and would never leave him alone like that again. :thumbsup: I just hope he forgives me.

u better head to the flower shop

 

[wawajake]

Like many here I imagine at times you blame your wife or kids when a tool or other item of yours goes missing. But sometimes the tables are turned.
One warm fall day I was working on the roof of our house , when no one else was at home , so had to bring everything I could think of up there so I would not need to run down the ladder. So I fixed the roof vents and tarred a few spots of flashing and knew I was good for another Canadian winter of three feet of snow on the roof.
So later that week my wife is asking everyone has anyone seen the portable phone because we had the one but not the twin for it. Of course I do not even think I had anything to do with it and so blame naturally falls on the teenage daughters. All winter we never find the phone. We buy a new set of portable phones.
Early next summer I am up on roof fixing rain cap on chimney , and I spy the portable phone sitting tight up against the roof vent I was fixing the previous fall.
So I had to admit my blame ??put it in charger and it worked for another six months !!

 

[riptides]

This weekend I "lost" about 15 feet of chain. I was pulling posts with the FEL and chain, set the chain down, went to move the tractor to the next post, and could not find the chain. Now, it was sunny, under some cedars, and the grass had various shades and shadows dancing across it. I search about 100X100 feet and could not find it, going back and forth in a pattern. I gave up after about ten or so minutes. PO'd I jumped on the tractor to move it back a few feet. No chain. Checked the FEL hook, again, no chain. WTH. Went a got the metal detector. No chain. Went and sat on a lawn chair, trying to cool off. Figured, no bush hogging till I find that chain, or you know, the bush hog will find it for me. Well, I go get some brush clippers, and on the way back to the post, guess what I trip over? The chain! Unreal. I looked at it, HARD, right where I left it. Unreal. I ended up wrapping the opposite ends with day-glo tape so that will not happen again. Yes, that was the second time I "lost" that chain. Hope it was the last.

 

[NormL]

This weekend I "lost" about 15 feet of chain. I was pulling posts with the FEL and chain, set the chain down, went to move the tractor to the next post, and could not find the chain. Now, it was sunny, under some cedars, and the grass had various shades and shadows dancing across it. I search about 100X100 feet and could not find it, going back and forth in a pattern. I gave up after about ten or so minutes. PO'd I jumped on the tractor to move it back a few feet. No chain. Checked the FEL hook, again, no chain. WTH. Went a got the metal detector. No chain. Went and sat on a lawn chair, trying to cool off. Figured, no bush hogging till I find that chain, or you know, the bush hog will find it for me. Well, I go get some brush clippers, and on the way back to the post, guess what I trip over? The chain! Unreal. I looked at it, HARD, right where I left it. Unreal. I ended up wrapping the opposite ends with day-glo tape so that will not happen again. Yes, that was the second time I "lost" that chain. Hope it was the last.

I call that "hiding in plain view". Happens to me a lot.:laughing::laughing:

 

[k0ua]

This weekend I "lost" about 15 feet of chain. I was pulling posts with the FEL and chain, set the chain down, went to move the tractor to the next post, and could not find the chain. Now, it was sunny, under some cedars, and the grass had various shades and shadows dancing across it. I search about 100X100 feet and could not find it, going back and forth in a pattern. I gave up after about ten or so minutes. PO'd I jumped on the tractor to move it back a few feet. No chain. Checked the FEL hook, again, no chain. WTH. Went a got the metal detector. No chain. Went and sat on a lawn chair, trying to cool off. Figured, no bush hogging till I find that chain, or you know, the bush hog will find it for me. Well, I go get some brush clippers, and on the way back to the post, guess what I trip over? The chain! Unreal. I looked at it, HARD, right where I left it. Unreal. I ended up wrapping the opposite ends with day-glo tape so that will not happen again. Yes, that was the second time I "lost" that chain. Hope it was the last.

You know that chain went out for a beer, and came back just in time to trip you on your last walk-thru:laughing: it couldn't have been there!!

James K0UA

 

[Zebrafive]

Like many here I imagine at times you blame your wife or kids when a tool or other item of yours goes missing. But sometimes the tables are turned.
One warm fall day I was working on the roof of our house , when no one else was at home , so had to bring everything I could think of up there so I would not need to run down the ladder. So I fixed the roof vents and tarred a few spots of flashing and knew I was good for another Canadian winter of three feet of snow on the roof.
So later that week my wife is asking everyone has anyone seen the portable phone because we had the one but not the twin for it. Of course I do not even think I had anything to do with it and so blame naturally falls on the teenage daughters. All winter we never find the phone. We buy a new set of portable phones.
Early next summer I am up on roof fixing rain cap on chimney , and I spy the portable phone sitting tight up against the roof vent I was fixing the previous fall.
So I had to admit my blame ??put it in charger and it worked for another six months !!

The rule is, if no one knows, toss it and play dumb :laughing:

 

[Todd NE WY]

When I was 10 or 11 I helped my dad build a steel building. When we were done his 1/4" drive set was missing. We looked high and low for it, we had had a bunch of help various times putting the building up so we finally decided 1 of 2 things happened to the sockets. Either someone mistakenly took them when they gathered up their tools or they were still on the roof of the building. Dad checked every time there was a strong wind just in case they blew off. Fast forward 25 years, out of the blue one night he calls to say he found the socket set. Low and behold it was in the tool box in the shop where it was supposed to be. I bet both of us looked in that tool box at least 100 times and never saw it. He was looking for something else and there it was.