Gut Rumbles
 

January 26, 2006

beautiful day

My friend with the .22 Ruger Mark II target pistol (that he took apart and couldn't put back together) finally got off his dead ass and took it to Mack's Gun Shop. I know that several people who read this blog saw that very pistol in its damaged condition at the catfish blog meet and low-country boil extravaganza earlier this month. In fact, this guy even handled the gun and speculated that a bent recoil spring might be the problem.

Guess what? The problem was a bent recoil spring that wouldn't allow the bolt to slide back into the receiver without hanging up. A new spring cost $5. The gunsmith charged $30 for labor. My friend was DELIGHTED to have his pistol back in working condition for that price. (He also had the gunsmith take the pistol apart and put it back together TWICE while my friend watched, to ensure that he didn't fuck it up again the next time he cleaned it. According to my friend, that pistol is a bitch to reassemble even in the hands of an expert.)

My friend also bought ten life-sized silouette targets and took them down to Catfish Manor today to test-fire the pistol a few times. I didn't go because I am afraid of guns and I'm not supposed to touch them under threat of being sent to jail, so I don't go anywhere around guns. Ever. Honest.

My friend also took along a lever-action Marlin 30-30 rifle, his old Marlin semi-auto .22 rifle (that hadn't been fired in years) and a single-shot .410 shotgun. Catfish brought out a few weapons of his own and the two good ole boys put a nice haze of gunsmoke in the air at Cat's backyard shooting range.

They were interrupted once when a sheriff's deputy pulled up in the back yard. He climbed out of his cruiser and explained that he was investigating a complaint from one of Cat's neighbors. His heart didn't seem to be in what he was doing, especially after he saw the range setup and observed that nobody was drinking alcohol. Hell, we they could hear SOMEBODY ELSE shooting off in the distance.

"Nice place you've got here," the deputy finally said. "Y'all have fun." He climbed back in his car and drove away.

Cat's darlin' wife, Nancy, came out to check on us them after she saw the deputy leave with no prisoners on board. The deputy had knocked on the front door and asked her if she knew the people shooting in her back yard before he came to investigate Cat and my friend. Nancy told him, "Hell, no! Never saw 'em before in my life! Go arrest BOTH of 'em!"

Okay, I made up that last part. Nancy didn't actually say that. She confessed to knowing both shooters and even admitted to being married to one of them, which must have shamed her deeply. She ended up blasting away at one of the silouette targets herself.

According to my friend, you DO NOT want to make Nancy angry when she has a gun in her hand. She put a couple of .22 rounds right through the crotchital area of a silouette and had a gleeful look on her face when she did it. (Catfish had better be nice to her if he doesn't want to end up singing soprano in a castrati choir some day.)

The weather was warm and sunny with a refreshing breeze blowing off the marsh. The gunsmoke smelled good. The repaired Ruger shot as fine as it ever did. (My friend stood at 30 feet and rapid-fired nine out of nine in the head area of a silouette target.)

It was a beautiful day.

Comments

Guyk knew that? Damn! He's one smart pup.

Posted by: erica on January 26, 2006 08:58 PM

Eleventh Commandment:
Thou Knowest All You'all Can
NEVER Have Too Much Ammo.

Posted by: Dan Pursel on January 26, 2006 09:32 PM

My fingers are sore for reloading all of those guns.

Posted by: Catfish on January 26, 2006 09:32 PM

Tell your friend to buy a rubber mallet if he doesn't have one, and to follow the instructions that came with the gun. If he doesn't have them, he can download them from the Ruger site. Life gets a heck of a lot easier with a rubber mallet. Getting the upper receiver to line up with the frame, getting it on (and off!) is a bitch without it, and probably how he fucked up the spring.

I can do mine, apart and together, in under a minute, now.

Posted by: Bane on January 26, 2006 09:32 PM

Bane, I ... I mean my friend bows humbly before you. Getting that mainspring housing assembly back in the pistol correctly is a BITCH!

Posted by: Acidman on January 26, 2006 09:38 PM

See? didn't I tell you... I mean your friend to use a hammer?

hammer, rubber mallet, same difference.

I can so see Ms Nancy telling that cop to arrest them strangers! I love that woman!

Glad you got out and got some fresh air. Nancy said you look better now than you did 3 weeks ago.

Posted by: livey on January 26, 2006 09:41 PM

Tell your friend that I am glad he got it back together and that was the only thhing I could see hanging up when I looked at it but hell, I am a reel mechanic, not a gun smith. Sounds like Catfish and your friend had a good time. I sure would like to have tried out that Ruger.

Posted by: GUYK on January 26, 2006 10:27 PM

Livey, my friend told you that he USED a hammer and that's how he fucked up the recoil spring. Remember?

Posted by: Acidman on January 26, 2006 10:43 PM

Hmmm, what does gunsmoke smell like? I don't think I've ever smelled it but I visualized (odorized?) burned lead in my nose. Weird. I got that feeling in my nose like when you bite into a lime, when I read that part.

Sounds like a nice day. I'm jealous; the wind was biting up here in the northern south this afternoon. Not at all like the last couple of weeks of balmy weather.

Posted by: Libby on January 26, 2006 10:57 PM

I fire my bull barreled Mark II quite often (put 50 rounds through it tonight) - but haven't cleaned it in a long long long time cause its such a bitch to put back together. Heck, its probably been 2 1/2 years since I stripped it down and I would guess I put over 5,000 rounds through it.

So far, no problems at all. I suppose when I do get around to taking it apart again, cleaning its gonna be a bitch - but its super accurate, a heck of a lot of fun to shoot and an ultra cheap way to blast away an afternoon.

You know that saying, if it ain't broke don't fix it. Thats my Mark II. I just stay away and she takes care of herself.

Posted by: countertop on January 27, 2006 12:23 AM

He also had the gunsmith take the pistol apart and put it back together TWICE while my friend watched, to ensure that he didn't fuck it up again the next time he cleaned it. According to my friend, that pistol is a bitch to reassemble even in the hands of an expert.Too true. During my brief career in a gun store, some optimist asked me to demonstrate the breakdown and re-assembly process on a used Ruger Mark II. I suggested he buy the gun, then RTFM! The owner would have skinned me alive if I'd tried to do that!

Posted by: Scott Crawford on January 27, 2006 12:31 AM

Yup got one too. and it is not the easiest piece of machinery to take care of , but when it works, it's lots o' fun. Had A friend that got turned in to the Nunda police for shootin' in his back yard. The man with the badge informed him he couldn't shoot at a makeshift range in his back yard, even tho there were no kids and no booze, the guy was a minister as a matter of fact, the depitty with the big badge, told him he had to have written permission, the minister told him I own this place, the depitty told him he still had to have written permission from the owner.

Posted by: Warren on January 27, 2006 09:10 AM

Sounds like a great time.

Posted by: Maeve on January 27, 2006 09:20 AM

My girlfriend is good at those crotch shots as well. Maybe it's meant to be a reminder....

Posted by: Tennessee Budd on January 27, 2006 01:19 PM

Folks, it's all about letting gravity work for you with this gun. I follow the manual exactly, use my rubber mallet in the right places, and bingo, it's done.

Posted by: Bane on January 27, 2006 06:11 PM
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