So I was visiting a friend the other day, and looking over his recently aquired Ruger P90. I cleaned it out for him, function tested it, and hopefully we'll be putting some rounds through it this weekend (if it rains... PLEASE let it rain). I got it all assembled and decided to test out the trigger. So, I tried it once in SA and once DA. He sat in stunned silence, and then finally asked:
"So, wait a minute. How come it didn't slide back when you pulled the trigger?"
"'Cause it's unloaded. I don't want to shoot up the house."
"No, I know it's unloaded, but that top part there... The slide. Why didn't it move?"
"Uhhh... 'Cause... It's unloaded."
"Oh, the trigger doesn't make it reload?"
*Ding!* It hits me. He's used to revolvers. So, I explained to him the finer points of automatics at which point we retired to the garage because we can't smoke in the house.
As we sat there talking, he showed me his latest project... It's a .53 caliber (I think) flintlock. He had just finished fitting up the lock parts, which he crafted from scratch, and was showing me how nicely everything fit up to the barrel. He'll be browning it and cutting the stock this weekend. The whole rifle is made from raw steel and walnut he chopped himself. He casts his own bullets, mixes his own powder, and recently taught me to knap flints (not that I'm any good at it, but I know how).
I guess nobody knows everything.
"So, wait a minute. How come it didn't slide back when you pulled the trigger?"
"'Cause it's unloaded. I don't want to shoot up the house."
"No, I know it's unloaded, but that top part there... The slide. Why didn't it move?"
"Uhhh... 'Cause... It's unloaded."
"Oh, the trigger doesn't make it reload?"
*Ding!* It hits me. He's used to revolvers. So, I explained to him the finer points of automatics at which point we retired to the garage because we can't smoke in the house.
As we sat there talking, he showed me his latest project... It's a .53 caliber (I think) flintlock. He had just finished fitting up the lock parts, which he crafted from scratch, and was showing me how nicely everything fit up to the barrel. He'll be browning it and cutting the stock this weekend. The whole rifle is made from raw steel and walnut he chopped himself. He casts his own bullets, mixes his own powder, and recently taught me to knap flints (not that I'm any good at it, but I know how).
I guess nobody knows everything.