Brad Johnson
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I was shooting over the weekend when a guy I've never seen sets up next to me. He pulls out a blue model 10 Smith that appears to be one of the $150 military/police imported trade-ins that I see at gun shows all the time. I figure, "No problem."
I figured wrong.
The first few cylinders were obviously some plinker .38s that barely did more than just go pop.
Then I hear and feel this high pressure BOOOM!!! I thought the guy had gotten a double charged 38 in the thing and that I was going to turn around and see him holding what was left of his gun with the topstrap peeled back. No such luck. About the time I turn it goes BOOOM!!! again and I see the Smith's muzzle flip smartly upwards.
He sees me turn with a funny look on my face so he asks me if I mind him shooting some "full power mags for a little bit". Thank God the rangemaster cleared the range at that exact moment. I made sure I was right about the gun. Sure enough it was a blued model 10. Then I looked at the box of shells he was using and it said .357 Mag 125gr.
What the heck!!???!!??
I asked him if they were hot .38 reloads in a .357 box and he said, "No, they're factory .357. I converted the gun to shoot them". Converted? It turns out this genius had listened to one of his buddies who told him the gun was plenty strong to shoot .357s in and all he had to do was ream the cylinder to move the spacing shoulder back. He got the reamer from Brownells and did it! I looked in the cylinder and sure enough in every chamber there was a ring of nice shiny new metal showing where the spacing lip used to be. Too bad he hadn't gotten a box of 158gr cartridges - they would have been too long and the bullet tip would have hung out the cylinder enough to lock it up from the get go. Unfortunately the 125 grainers he had were just short enough to let the cylinder rotate even though they were scraping the edge of the forcing cone.
AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!
After a friendly, but very serious, lecture about the pressure capabilities of the gun he was a little white from shock. He was obviously embarrassed and was packing up to leave. Since he had otherwised practiced safe gun handling and seemed like a nice gent I convinced him to stay and shoot. The gun was no worse for wear and happily ate all the .38s he could feed it. He turned out to be a pretty good shot. I made him promise to never shoot anything but .38s in the gun, and to never, ever trade it unless he got the cylinder replaced.
Brad
I figured wrong.
The first few cylinders were obviously some plinker .38s that barely did more than just go pop.
Then I hear and feel this high pressure BOOOM!!! I thought the guy had gotten a double charged 38 in the thing and that I was going to turn around and see him holding what was left of his gun with the topstrap peeled back. No such luck. About the time I turn it goes BOOOM!!! again and I see the Smith's muzzle flip smartly upwards.
He sees me turn with a funny look on my face so he asks me if I mind him shooting some "full power mags for a little bit". Thank God the rangemaster cleared the range at that exact moment. I made sure I was right about the gun. Sure enough it was a blued model 10. Then I looked at the box of shells he was using and it said .357 Mag 125gr.
What the heck!!???!!??
I asked him if they were hot .38 reloads in a .357 box and he said, "No, they're factory .357. I converted the gun to shoot them". Converted? It turns out this genius had listened to one of his buddies who told him the gun was plenty strong to shoot .357s in and all he had to do was ream the cylinder to move the spacing shoulder back. He got the reamer from Brownells and did it! I looked in the cylinder and sure enough in every chamber there was a ring of nice shiny new metal showing where the spacing lip used to be. Too bad he hadn't gotten a box of 158gr cartridges - they would have been too long and the bullet tip would have hung out the cylinder enough to lock it up from the get go. Unfortunately the 125 grainers he had were just short enough to let the cylinder rotate even though they were scraping the edge of the forcing cone.
AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!
After a friendly, but very serious, lecture about the pressure capabilities of the gun he was a little white from shock. He was obviously embarrassed and was packing up to leave. Since he had otherwised practiced safe gun handling and seemed like a nice gent I convinced him to stay and shoot. The gun was no worse for wear and happily ate all the .38s he could feed it. He turned out to be a pretty good shot. I made him promise to never shoot anything but .38s in the gun, and to never, ever trade it unless he got the cylinder replaced.
Brad