I'm usually generous with my possessions
I've loaned money, my car, lawnmower and a couple of occasions one of my guns.
No more.
The first one was a .45 cal percussion pistol that I enjoyed shooting from time to time. The friend I lent it to was instructed that 30 grains of fff
was the maximum charge.
The guy, who was my best friend at the time had a irresponsible crazy streak and he began upping the powder charge all the way to 100 grains
according to his brother.
When I got the gun back part of the hammer was missing the nipple was
long gone (probably disintigrated against the hammer) and it was filthy.
Never again. I just gave the percussion pistol to my friends brother as a wall hanger.
Next one was my ruger MKII. My dad had bought it for me when I was a kid. My dad calls me up and asks if his friend ( a guy he met recently could borrow it to see if it was worth buying.
Alarm bells went off immediately so I hesitated and stalled, turned out the guy had a history of mental illness and ended up commitiing suicide with someone elses gun.
I let my nephew use my SKS for an afternoon (he had turned 18 recently)
When he brought it back it turns out he had been bumping the muzzle on the concrete as he walked like the gun was some kind of frigging walking stick! The crown was severely bent up and gouged and my nephew just shrugged his shoulders like (whats the big deal?).
Never again. My guns are meant to be cared for and passed down to my son (who appreciates them as much as I do)
They are not walking sticks, PSI proof testers or suicide weapons. It just pisses me off to no end when people take the simplest responsibility for granted. /rant off/
I've loaned money, my car, lawnmower and a couple of occasions one of my guns.
No more.
The first one was a .45 cal percussion pistol that I enjoyed shooting from time to time. The friend I lent it to was instructed that 30 grains of fff
was the maximum charge.
The guy, who was my best friend at the time had a irresponsible crazy streak and he began upping the powder charge all the way to 100 grains
according to his brother.
When I got the gun back part of the hammer was missing the nipple was
long gone (probably disintigrated against the hammer) and it was filthy.
Never again. I just gave the percussion pistol to my friends brother as a wall hanger.
Next one was my ruger MKII. My dad had bought it for me when I was a kid. My dad calls me up and asks if his friend ( a guy he met recently could borrow it to see if it was worth buying.
Alarm bells went off immediately so I hesitated and stalled, turned out the guy had a history of mental illness and ended up commitiing suicide with someone elses gun.
I let my nephew use my SKS for an afternoon (he had turned 18 recently)
When he brought it back it turns out he had been bumping the muzzle on the concrete as he walked like the gun was some kind of frigging walking stick! The crown was severely bent up and gouged and my nephew just shrugged his shoulders like (whats the big deal?).
Never again. My guns are meant to be cared for and passed down to my son (who appreciates them as much as I do)
They are not walking sticks, PSI proof testers or suicide weapons. It just pisses me off to no end when people take the simplest responsibility for granted. /rant off/