IRA Hideaway
I was 8, my Dad kept a Pub just outside of Liverpool, UK.
My buddy Eddy and I were exploring a old house, bombed out, don't remember how we found the stash, 6 short swords in a wooden case, and 6 shot revolver, no front sight, the barrel had been cut short.
It was a large calibre, my older Brother had a 410 shotgun, the cartridge fit into the cylinder, a break open (the boys will not be able to open that!) I have never been a fan of kids not being able to make a gun work!
We cut the cartridge down, repacked it? sealed it by dripping wax in it... With a burning candle!
Took it down the cellar, BEER cellar, and shot it at the stone wall! my Dad flew down the steps, to meet 80 years of dust falling, spanked, both of us! you smacked everybody's kids in those war years.
Cutlasses and Revolver to local Police, my Dad said I would loose this fascination with guns? Still got it!