teepee1234
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[SIZE=medium]A story worth sharing…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I’ve put a lot of shells through my gun over the last 18 months or so, which has resulted in a bit of wear. Specifically, the top lever lock is quite worn (I discovered today) and my gun dropped open a couple of times after the second shot – this was last weekend. I guessed this wasn’t a good thing, so as I’m not technically minded, nor experienced in the mysteries of shotgun mechanics, I spoke to my friendly gunsmith who told me not to shoot it anymore, that it was bloody dangerous! [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]“Are you sure?” says I. “I need it for the weekend.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]“God save me from f*****g morons,” says he. “Bring it to me, you knob, and I’ll get it fixed,” or words to that effect… What a sweetheart.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Anyway, I’m faced with being gunless this weekend, and I have to admit at this point to a mild feeling of panic, slowly but surely building in the pit of my (somewhat ample) stomach! What?? No shooting this weekend??? Dear God, nooooo…! [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Hah! Got it! I’ll borrow one! Hmm, but from whom? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]So I called two ground owners I know (both RFD’s) and grovelled. The first, who I’ll not name for fear of embarrassing him, said, “I’m at the ground and don’t have any guns with me, but the missus is in, pop over to the house and help yourself. Failing that, as we’re both at Westfield on Saturday, I’ll bring a few with me, you can take your pick.” As easy as that. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]The second, who shall also remain nameless, said, “As you’re dropping your gun off to the gunsmith and I only live 30 miles from him, drop over to the house and take your pick.” (You see the theme of this story emerging here?)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Logistically, the second option worked better. I need to get my gun to the gunsmith so he can fix it and have it back to me by the end of next week, and on the way home, I can call in and choose a loan gun.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]So I bunked off work early and made the long dash to the gunsmith (I won’t tell you what he said, but it involved lots of expletives, and questions regarding my sanity, education and parentage…)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Then off to Ground Owner to choose a loaner. On arrival, I was invited in and given a drink, then asked by his delightful wife if curry was ok for dinner? Knowing that I wouldn’t have eaten, and that I wouldn’t be home until 11pm or so after a 270 mile round trip, they had quite naturally included me in their dining plans...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Lovely dinner demolished, cup of tea inhaled, it was time to choose a weapon. 8 or 10 to choose from, any one you like. Went for a Browning as it was a better fit than the others. 32” barrels, and I’m not expecting to set the world on fire this weekend… BUT I AM GOING CHUFFING SHOOTING!![/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]The world of shooting is filled with kind and helpful people. There are good people, and there are PROPER good people. The subjects of my little tale fall into the latter category. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]THANK YOU, you PROPER good people (you know who you are.)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]I’ve put a lot of shells through my gun over the last 18 months or so, which has resulted in a bit of wear. Specifically, the top lever lock is quite worn (I discovered today) and my gun dropped open a couple of times after the second shot – this was last weekend. I guessed this wasn’t a good thing, so as I’m not technically minded, nor experienced in the mysteries of shotgun mechanics, I spoke to my friendly gunsmith who told me not to shoot it anymore, that it was bloody dangerous! [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]“Are you sure?” says I. “I need it for the weekend.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]“God save me from f*****g morons,” says he. “Bring it to me, you knob, and I’ll get it fixed,” or words to that effect… What a sweetheart.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Anyway, I’m faced with being gunless this weekend, and I have to admit at this point to a mild feeling of panic, slowly but surely building in the pit of my (somewhat ample) stomach! What?? No shooting this weekend??? Dear God, nooooo…! [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Hah! Got it! I’ll borrow one! Hmm, but from whom? [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]So I called two ground owners I know (both RFD’s) and grovelled. The first, who I’ll not name for fear of embarrassing him, said, “I’m at the ground and don’t have any guns with me, but the missus is in, pop over to the house and help yourself. Failing that, as we’re both at Westfield on Saturday, I’ll bring a few with me, you can take your pick.” As easy as that. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]The second, who shall also remain nameless, said, “As you’re dropping your gun off to the gunsmith and I only live 30 miles from him, drop over to the house and take your pick.” (You see the theme of this story emerging here?)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Logistically, the second option worked better. I need to get my gun to the gunsmith so he can fix it and have it back to me by the end of next week, and on the way home, I can call in and choose a loan gun.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]So I bunked off work early and made the long dash to the gunsmith (I won’t tell you what he said, but it involved lots of expletives, and questions regarding my sanity, education and parentage…)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Then off to Ground Owner to choose a loaner. On arrival, I was invited in and given a drink, then asked by his delightful wife if curry was ok for dinner? Knowing that I wouldn’t have eaten, and that I wouldn’t be home until 11pm or so after a 270 mile round trip, they had quite naturally included me in their dining plans...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]Lovely dinner demolished, cup of tea inhaled, it was time to choose a weapon. 8 or 10 to choose from, any one you like. Went for a Browning as it was a better fit than the others. 32” barrels, and I’m not expecting to set the world on fire this weekend… BUT I AM GOING CHUFFING SHOOTING!![/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]The world of shooting is filled with kind and helpful people. There are good people, and there are PROPER good people. The subjects of my little tale fall into the latter category. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=medium]THANK YOU, you PROPER good people (you know who you are.)[/SIZE]