I did my first gun cleaning ever yesterday. I borrowed Dad's 12-gauge (Adam and Jason probably have fond memories shooting that fella?). I've been shooting about 3 times in the last year or so and always used someone else's gun. I thought it'd be fun to start shooting Dad's gun.
It hasn't been shot since we first moved back to Utah when me, Dad, Dave, and Lance went up on West Mountain and shot at stuff. That was in 1995. So, it's been around 12 years. I thought that if I was going to shoot Dad's gun and not have it blow up on me, I ought to do a thorough cleaning and safety inspection.
A guy from my ward came over last night and we took the gun completely apart, cleaned, and oiled every part. It looks sharp now. We noticed the wood stock is cracked pretty significantly, so an effort should be made to make sure it doesn't completely split, and we also noticed that someone shot steel shot with this gun and it sorta rifled the barrel. Nice grooves inside. Hopefully, it won't affect the shot pattern too much. We'll see...
2 comments:
I went shooting once in college--on a date. It was fun but also a little weird because not only did he have a shotgun but he also had a hand gun. Why do you have a hand gun when you are in college without a home and family to defend?
um, I don't know...maybe ask the college students at Virginia Tech that question. They might have a different point of view. Imagine what a difference 1 person with a handgun could have made that day.
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