Panman
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Today at work I had an exchange of e-mail at work about work. After we were done I asked my friend how things were going as we have known each other since our AOG days together. This is about a old 22 410 that I sold him to fix up for his dad as his Dad once had one as a kid. At the end of friend's last statement he sez that the 22 is even smarter than him. My friend is still in a Tooling AGO Engineer and a Prof to boot and a regular gear head kind of guy.
I share this because in everything we do, DETAIL's MATTER.
Friend
We’re good. I have a little story you might be interested in . . .
When I was a 7th grader, my parents told me not to let any of my friends ride my dirt bike because they didn’t want the liability. They were away one time and a friend stopped by, so I let him take my bike for a ride. He crashed it into the big garage door and put a hole in the door with the front brake lever. The ball was busted off it, so it was kinda sharp on the end. Dad wasn’t too happy, but he sanded down the steel door, bondo’d over the hole and painted it up. It looked fine after that.
Here we are 30 years later. . . That door finally rusted out at the bottom, so he got a nice new overhead door. A thick insulated one. We saw it first thing when we visited them. Later that weekend, I busted out that Savage Model 24 that I bought from you. Shot a blue Jay (with the .410) that was eating some of Dad’s berries. It didn’t die immediately, so I put a .22 in it and when I went to close it up to finish off the bird, it sent the bullet right thru Dad’s new door. It was about then that I recalled you warning me that something was kinda messed up in the extractor.
Dad wanted to know what it was with me and his garage doors. I went home and fixed the extractor. Dad got a tube of caulk and filled the hole in his new door. I ended up embarrassed by the whole situation.
Mom told me as long as nobody got hurt, I could shoot as many holes in the house as I want to.
The rim of the case got trapped between the extractor and the breech face, which on a rimfire is all it takes. Surprised the heck out of me. But it’s all fixed now and it will never happen again. Lesson learned there. It was amazing to me how your words came back to me. I’d completely forgotten about it until I sent that round off.
Thanks,
Friend
Me
Wow, I don’t even remember that. Like mom said, glad no one got hurt! It does remind one that one never can be to carfull as that could have end so much differently.
Friend,
It was a pretty freaky moment. All ended OK, though. Not counting dad’s new door. Funny it didn’t happen the other 50 times I’ve been down there while he had the old door.
I’m always careful when I’m dealing with a loaded gun but that old saying “all guns are always loaded” kinda rings true to me now. That one wasn’t even closed yet when it went off. Made a funny looking case. A bulge about halfway down and the rim blew out. Still had enough pressure to send that little bullet into the wall.
Even the most simple of .22’s can be smarter than I am!
I share this because in everything we do, DETAIL's MATTER.
Friend
We’re good. I have a little story you might be interested in . . .
When I was a 7th grader, my parents told me not to let any of my friends ride my dirt bike because they didn’t want the liability. They were away one time and a friend stopped by, so I let him take my bike for a ride. He crashed it into the big garage door and put a hole in the door with the front brake lever. The ball was busted off it, so it was kinda sharp on the end. Dad wasn’t too happy, but he sanded down the steel door, bondo’d over the hole and painted it up. It looked fine after that.
Here we are 30 years later. . . That door finally rusted out at the bottom, so he got a nice new overhead door. A thick insulated one. We saw it first thing when we visited them. Later that weekend, I busted out that Savage Model 24 that I bought from you. Shot a blue Jay (with the .410) that was eating some of Dad’s berries. It didn’t die immediately, so I put a .22 in it and when I went to close it up to finish off the bird, it sent the bullet right thru Dad’s new door. It was about then that I recalled you warning me that something was kinda messed up in the extractor.
Dad wanted to know what it was with me and his garage doors. I went home and fixed the extractor. Dad got a tube of caulk and filled the hole in his new door. I ended up embarrassed by the whole situation.
Mom told me as long as nobody got hurt, I could shoot as many holes in the house as I want to.
The rim of the case got trapped between the extractor and the breech face, which on a rimfire is all it takes. Surprised the heck out of me. But it’s all fixed now and it will never happen again. Lesson learned there. It was amazing to me how your words came back to me. I’d completely forgotten about it until I sent that round off.
Thanks,
Friend
Me
Wow, I don’t even remember that. Like mom said, glad no one got hurt! It does remind one that one never can be to carfull as that could have end so much differently.
Friend,
It was a pretty freaky moment. All ended OK, though. Not counting dad’s new door. Funny it didn’t happen the other 50 times I’ve been down there while he had the old door.
I’m always careful when I’m dealing with a loaded gun but that old saying “all guns are always loaded” kinda rings true to me now. That one wasn’t even closed yet when it went off. Made a funny looking case. A bulge about halfway down and the rim blew out. Still had enough pressure to send that little bullet into the wall.
Even the most simple of .22’s can be smarter than I am!
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