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Best one I ever heard of was some homogenius who stuffed a 45 into the underside of a 1/4" steel, forest service standard protected padlock cover....and emptied the gun into it. Apparently his hand was just a teensy bit lacerated afterwards.

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Must be a result of age. There used to be a MasterLock commercial, were a 30-30 was used. Lock never failed. Always made a nice ad when the Rifleman was on.

Weatherby did a knockoff ad in the 90's where th lock was blown to little pieces with the caption "Sorry guys, it's a Weatherby".

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the masterlock ads used a wood backer i believe, thus allowing the bullet to BLOW thru, the Weatherby ads used a metal plate backer, pretty much allowing the lock not to move and allowing the bullet to expend all of its energy at that location.

as a side note GUNS ILLUSTRATED, circa 1980 did an article on the same thing using MasterLocks and various guns, pretty much same results.(don't ask why I still have the book, I really don't know).

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Must be a result of age. There used to be a MasterLock commercial, were a 30-30 was used. Lock never failed. Always made a nice ad when the Rifleman was on.

I remember it, there was also a WEATHERBY commercial countering it.

It was cool, guy disentegrates a lock, and the tagline was "Sorry guys, it's a Weatherby."

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If he suffered no injuries at that distance with a rifle, he should play the lotto while his luck is still good. 15ft(5 yards) with a rifle = retarded.

Well said.

I hope he picked everything up off of the ground. I wouldn't want to be anywhere near the lawnmower at grass cutting time!

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I've shot a few locks off... :D

One time me and old friend wanted to drive down a "pipeline road" in the Florence desert. But the damn rancher that leased the state owned land had locks on all the gates. We, however, were of the opinion that pipeline roads had to be left open - they weren't private property. (Whether we were right or not didn't really matter to us at the time.)

So knowing how to pick locks, and having a set of picks in the truck - we decide we're going to check out this road, locks or not. They were cheap locks, so in no time we're about 6 gates down the road... when I get to a lock I can't pick. (And by the way we're locking the locks behind us.) There's no way we're going to pick our way back out; since we're fairly sure this is the last gate we have to get through before we can connect to another desert road - we decide to shoot the lock off. So my buddy gets out his scoped, 308 rifle and sandbags it on the hood of my truck. Knowing how locks are made - I point to the exact spot on the lock he needs to shoot. (We were really good with our rifles back then. Even at close range with a scope, we could shoot flys off a target.)

So I stand back, he shoots, the lock disappears, the chain rattles its way out of the gate (making the most beautiful sound - I can still remember it) - and to our astonishment the gate swings wide open. (That gate swinging open wasn't part of the plan - the force (of gravity) was on our side.) We look at each other and start laughing like you can't imagine. It couldn't have happened like that again if you tried all day. So I start looking around for remnants of the lock, just in case the rancher happens to appear. I can't find even the smallest trace, so we loop the chain back through the gate and head down the road.

In a few minutes here comes the rancher (from the opposite direction). You can imagine - he's really curious as to how we got that far down "his" road. I'm sure, having heard the rifle shot, he figures he's got us. So I calmly tell him we shot at a coyote. And I mention we thought it was really odd - all the gates were unlocked when we got to them. Of course, being the conscientious human beings that we were - we locked them behind us - because we had a topo map and we knew we wouldn't have to backtrack. He wasn't buying any of that routine... he couldn't wait to get in his truck to escort us off his property.

He had to be expecting to find shot up bits of lock at every gate. And wouldn't you know it - when we get to the lock we did shoot off - the first thing I see is the shackle (only) laying right in the middle of the road. (I probably didn't see because I was laying on it when I was rolling in the ground laughing.) I quickly stepped on it before he got to the gate, and while he was bent over examining the chain, I snatched it up and put it in my pocket.

At this point we know he's thinking we shot all the locks off - and he just can't wait to find a piece of a shot-off lock at one of the next gates. So you can probably imagine the grin I had to suppress as we got to each locked gate. At every gate, he'd get out, walk up to the lock and try his key in it, then just stand there shaking his head. It was absolutely hilarious. He's probably still wondering about it, if he's still alive. He never figured a couple hillbillies would know how to pick a lock.

:D

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