So I'm in the broken gun room sorting fixable-possible fixable-too expensive to fix-and beyond repair firearms when I come across a small pile of black powder rifles.
They all appear to be cheap BP rilfes mostly made in the last ten years or so. I come across two identical synthetic stocked CVA percussion cap guns. One has a really screwed up barrel (the entire cap assembly is broken off and the threads are destoryed) and the other has a broken main spring.
I decided to change out the barrel, hammer assembly and trigger assembly, putting them on the best looking stock. The problem is that they are not fitting as well as I had hoped and it's becoming a pain fitting them.
Once I get them fitted correctly I then notice that the inventory tag has "loaded" written on the back and sure enough the barrel is loaded. I try using a bullet puller, but I just can't get it to bite. Frustation is getting the better of me so I decide to fire it to clear the barrel.
I put on hearing protection, stick a percussion cap and pull the trigger, nothing. The hammer is not hitting the cap squarely, so more fitting is required. I try it again, nothing. The caps are old and not working well. I'm getting more and more frustrated until on the 15th cap-KABOOOOM.
It reminded me of a suicide car bomber I saw in Baghdad. There was a huge orange flash and a concussion that jarred my brain. Suprisingly I was uninjured aside from a slight headache and the rifle appeared to be undamaged, although I was covered in soot.
Later I checked the computer and was disgusted when I found out I risked thousands of dollars in medical bills for a BP rifle the store paid $15 for. The fact that I let frustration override common sense disgusted me even more.
They all appear to be cheap BP rilfes mostly made in the last ten years or so. I come across two identical synthetic stocked CVA percussion cap guns. One has a really screwed up barrel (the entire cap assembly is broken off and the threads are destoryed) and the other has a broken main spring.
I decided to change out the barrel, hammer assembly and trigger assembly, putting them on the best looking stock. The problem is that they are not fitting as well as I had hoped and it's becoming a pain fitting them.
Once I get them fitted correctly I then notice that the inventory tag has "loaded" written on the back and sure enough the barrel is loaded. I try using a bullet puller, but I just can't get it to bite. Frustation is getting the better of me so I decide to fire it to clear the barrel.
I put on hearing protection, stick a percussion cap and pull the trigger, nothing. The hammer is not hitting the cap squarely, so more fitting is required. I try it again, nothing. The caps are old and not working well. I'm getting more and more frustrated until on the 15th cap-KABOOOOM.
It reminded me of a suicide car bomber I saw in Baghdad. There was a huge orange flash and a concussion that jarred my brain. Suprisingly I was uninjured aside from a slight headache and the rifle appeared to be undamaged, although I was covered in soot.
Later I checked the computer and was disgusted when I found out I risked thousands of dollars in medical bills for a BP rifle the store paid $15 for. The fact that I let frustration override common sense disgusted me even more.
Some of us think that your job would have the best of both worlds for us. That would be getting paid to monkey around with firearms and learn something at the same time.
