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Reading the thread on how to take apart a 1911 mag reminded me of a prank I pulled on a gunsmith buddy years ago.
I take firearms serious, and in no way would do anything to put a person in a position of causing harm to them, or the firearm.
So there I am drinking coffee and from time to time going out back to testfire some guns. Just hanging out and shooting the bull. Young fella comes in to pick up his 1911 and asks how to take apart his 1911 mags with the welded bottoms. Just as described in the other thread I give warning about eye protection, springs and not losing parts.
I grab a box and a shop towel and share the tip about doing disassembly in a box to keep springs from launching parts.
I show him how and set him to task, gunsmith buddy goes out back to test fire a gun...I wander off out front to look at the fellas truck.
Well seems he had indeed been Bream fishing and there was a tube of crickets just sitting there. <click light bulb on>
I stole some crickets. Ever try getting these critters to stay in a coffee cup, and walk back in and remain cool ? - taint easy. I put my cup on a shelf with a orange shop towel which hid the cup and kept the crickets in.
So a few days later I show up to visit my buddy. "Dang crickets are driving me crazy...I can hear them...don't see 'em".
He is on hands and knees with a flashlight and the shop lights are turned off - I wish I had had a camera. He has turned the shop upside down to no avail. I even pretend to help look for them. I didn't have any luck finding them under the lathe
I get a phone call two days later. His wife was recruited to help, well she was missing a coffee cup from the house...and well the unwritten rule was she didn't clean the shop. Serous times called for serious measures.
Wife decided the house cat needed to earn her keep and suggested the cat be turned loose to find the crickets. In 2 min the cat jumped up on the shelf, batted the shop towel and the Case of the missing coffee cup was solved along with the Gunsmith thinking he was gonna go nuts.
Funny - they know my name - but Art's Grammaw wouldn't approve of what I was referred to.
I take firearms serious, and in no way would do anything to put a person in a position of causing harm to them, or the firearm.
So there I am drinking coffee and from time to time going out back to testfire some guns. Just hanging out and shooting the bull. Young fella comes in to pick up his 1911 and asks how to take apart his 1911 mags with the welded bottoms. Just as described in the other thread I give warning about eye protection, springs and not losing parts.
I grab a box and a shop towel and share the tip about doing disassembly in a box to keep springs from launching parts.
I show him how and set him to task, gunsmith buddy goes out back to test fire a gun...I wander off out front to look at the fellas truck.
Well seems he had indeed been Bream fishing and there was a tube of crickets just sitting there. <click light bulb on>
I stole some crickets. Ever try getting these critters to stay in a coffee cup, and walk back in and remain cool ? - taint easy. I put my cup on a shelf with a orange shop towel which hid the cup and kept the crickets in.
So a few days later I show up to visit my buddy. "Dang crickets are driving me crazy...I can hear them...don't see 'em".
He is on hands and knees with a flashlight and the shop lights are turned off - I wish I had had a camera. He has turned the shop upside down to no avail. I even pretend to help look for them. I didn't have any luck finding them under the lathe
I get a phone call two days later. His wife was recruited to help, well she was missing a coffee cup from the house...and well the unwritten rule was she didn't clean the shop. Serous times called for serious measures.
Wife decided the house cat needed to earn her keep and suggested the cat be turned loose to find the crickets. In 2 min the cat jumped up on the shelf, batted the shop towel and the Case of the missing coffee cup was solved along with the Gunsmith thinking he was gonna go nuts.
Funny - they know my name - but Art's Grammaw wouldn't approve of what I was referred to.
