I am in the middle of a move right now, AUG 1 I am moving away from Boston to a suburb called Canton. It's a nice place but I fear that they will not issue to me a Class A (such as the one Boston gave me) but rather a Class B will be the best I can hope for...I am making some look-sees now about that and what I might do about it. I was well, sorta-kinda forced into moving by a bone-headed decision by somebody else, and a move to this nice new place (much better than my current one) isn't all bad. Sure beats living in a box or in my car. So, the firearm front had to take a backseat into the 'roof over my head' front.
Anyway. Early this spring I came home from a nice trip to the rifle range. I sat down and proceeded to break down and clean my 1944 M1 rifle while watching 'Kelly's Heroes'. I also, somehow, lost the pin that holds on the band at the front of the rear handguard. It just slipped out- gone. I knew it was there when I broke it down. I tore the room apart looking for it, but couldn't find it
Fast forward to yesterday, when I am in high gear during packing. What is that tiny pin on the floor, in my bedroom? Well I'll be...that same pin I couldn't find, for my M1. It must have fallen into my clothes and I carried it to my room that night, where it was probably flung into the corner behind a bookcase when I changed clothes, only to be found because I'm being forced to move months later. I was going to vacuum that corner, it was by chance that I looked down and saw the pin. That pin shouldn't have been in the bedroom at all, it should have been in the living room, where it was lost. I was going to take everything out of that room again and search once more before I left
I'll be pleased to tap out that roll pin I used as a substitute, peen the original a little for a more snug fit, and re-install it. It's weird that I'm looking forward to this so much that I may interrupt my very necessary packing and preparing to do it!
Anyway. Early this spring I came home from a nice trip to the rifle range. I sat down and proceeded to break down and clean my 1944 M1 rifle while watching 'Kelly's Heroes'. I also, somehow, lost the pin that holds on the band at the front of the rear handguard. It just slipped out- gone. I knew it was there when I broke it down. I tore the room apart looking for it, but couldn't find it
Fast forward to yesterday, when I am in high gear during packing. What is that tiny pin on the floor, in my bedroom? Well I'll be...that same pin I couldn't find, for my M1. It must have fallen into my clothes and I carried it to my room that night, where it was probably flung into the corner behind a bookcase when I changed clothes, only to be found because I'm being forced to move months later. I was going to vacuum that corner, it was by chance that I looked down and saw the pin. That pin shouldn't have been in the bedroom at all, it should have been in the living room, where it was lost. I was going to take everything out of that room again and search once more before I left
I'll be pleased to tap out that roll pin I used as a substitute, peen the original a little for a more snug fit, and re-install it. It's weird that I'm looking forward to this so much that I may interrupt my very necessary packing and preparing to do it!