We had one black wall phone and a Kodak Brownie.I'm glad we didn't have camera phones when I was 12.
We had one black wall phone and a Kodak Brownie.I'm glad we didn't have camera phones when I was 12.
There is nothing worse than spending more time looking for that spring that managed to pass escape velocity and go into orbit amidst the planets of boxes and shelves. Taking longer to find than the repair to begin with. I have an assistant just for that purpose. I have a talented big black Tomcat named Ravyn that loves to play fetch. He spends most of the time with me in the basement shop laying on a shop towel at one end of my workbench just watching. My power tools do not seem to bother him. When something goes "Spling" flying off into the nether regions, the big goof goes after it and if he can brings it back... if not he will sit and stare at where he heard it land. I have a couple buddies that come to my house... not to see me ... they want to play "fetch" with my weird cat. He is a big boy, 18 pounds, complete with a pair of "murder" mittens and teeth.That’s logical. But sometimes you gotta live a little on the wild side. If it wasn’t for that dang carpet I would have found it. I’m a master at recovering detents and springs in a shop.
Historians have found Civil War rifles with multiple loads still in the barrel - sometimes 5 or 6 of them. Soldiers would load, aim, and pull the trigger, but with all the noise and confusion they didn't realize that the gun didn't fire.I bought a Springfield .58 musket at an estate sale. When I got it home, I found that there was a barrel obstruction about three inches from the breech. The damned thing was still LOADED! The solution to that is pull the bullet with a worm attached to the ram rod. So I started in working the prongs of the worm into the lead ball. It was really stuck in there probably since the Civil War. Finally it started to move... friction took over and the sum-btch fired! The ram-rod was launched through the ceiling and through the floor of my living room! I am glad that I had leather glove on. The powder burns would not have been pleasant. The rod protruded about two feet through the floor right next to my favorite recliner. Now I had to repair the floor! The wife was NOT impressed!
There was a learning curve with that incident. I have now devised a fool proof method for unloading any cap and ball loaded gun!
Same here... the last time I will ever do that... the guy died, and his crack head daughter "can't find it..."What stupid stuff have I done with a gun?
Well, I loaned one out one time....
Alan