Deer Hunter
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So here's the story.
My girlfiend's dad was a HUGE duck hunter. Had a Benelli SBE that he had to sell at one point for some cash. He doesn't hunt like he used to (read, every single day. No exageration.), but when he did he made sure the whole family hunted. My girlfriend once said that every time duck season came, he bought them all a new wardrobe of camo. He even bought her a youth model Remington 1100.
When they were going shopping for it, they were in Gander Mountain and he asked her, who was around 8 years old, what kind of shotguns he wanted. She replied with, "A Black One!"
So she's got a black synthetic youth model 1100 20 gauge shotgun she was shooting ducks with. It was front-heavy for her, so she couldn't hold it up right, but it was hers and she hunted with it. So fast forward. She's 18 years old and they no longer live on the ranch. Their guns have been locked up for a while. Hers was in the back of a closet since the time she was a little bitty girl. The house they are at now flooded at one point. The floodwaters were very high, and all the guns in the house are kept with their bolts opened and locked back. They managed to save a good deal of their things, but that shotgun was knocked down into the water and forgotten about. It HAD been cleaned and oiled (drenched like it was an AR15, from my guess), but that water did a number on it.
Well I spent two days with their family just recently, and her little brother showed me a borrowed rifle that he was gonna go shoot a big buck with this weekend. They love making fun of me for shooting "bambi" recently, a large, old spike that needed killing. He's 10 and this is his first hunt, and he's extremely excited about it. I asked my girl to go grab her shotgun, that I wanted to see it.
What she brought to me floored me.
It was the nastiest, dirtiest, bolt frozen up-edist, 1100 I've ever seen. It looked like it was left in the mud and completely FORGOTTEN. I felt like chewing her dad out for this! Except that it was her dad, and I really liked this girl. I think I made the right move by keeping my mouth shut.
So here's some pictures of this gun, partially taken apart.
The bolt was locked back, and I couldn't get it forward. The release wasn't working, so I had to take the barrel off, take a screwdriver and push down the little mechanism back and have my dad bang on the catch with a blunt object to get it to slide forward. And when it did finally slide, it creeped along very slowly. The O ring looks completely shot. I havn't taken it appart completely yet to make sure everything's functional, and I'm hoping there's no rust in the barrel. The safety button feels like there's syrup all inside of it, as does the trigger mechanism.
As soon as it was handed to me, I asked them if I could take it home and clean it completely for her. They gladly agreed.
I assured my girlfriend that this wasn't for her. This was for the gun. That poor, poor tortured gun.
My girlfiend's dad was a HUGE duck hunter. Had a Benelli SBE that he had to sell at one point for some cash. He doesn't hunt like he used to (read, every single day. No exageration.), but when he did he made sure the whole family hunted. My girlfriend once said that every time duck season came, he bought them all a new wardrobe of camo. He even bought her a youth model Remington 1100.
When they were going shopping for it, they were in Gander Mountain and he asked her, who was around 8 years old, what kind of shotguns he wanted. She replied with, "A Black One!"
So she's got a black synthetic youth model 1100 20 gauge shotgun she was shooting ducks with. It was front-heavy for her, so she couldn't hold it up right, but it was hers and she hunted with it. So fast forward. She's 18 years old and they no longer live on the ranch. Their guns have been locked up for a while. Hers was in the back of a closet since the time she was a little bitty girl. The house they are at now flooded at one point. The floodwaters were very high, and all the guns in the house are kept with their bolts opened and locked back. They managed to save a good deal of their things, but that shotgun was knocked down into the water and forgotten about. It HAD been cleaned and oiled (drenched like it was an AR15, from my guess), but that water did a number on it.
Well I spent two days with their family just recently, and her little brother showed me a borrowed rifle that he was gonna go shoot a big buck with this weekend. They love making fun of me for shooting "bambi" recently, a large, old spike that needed killing. He's 10 and this is his first hunt, and he's extremely excited about it. I asked my girl to go grab her shotgun, that I wanted to see it.
What she brought to me floored me.
It was the nastiest, dirtiest, bolt frozen up-edist, 1100 I've ever seen. It looked like it was left in the mud and completely FORGOTTEN. I felt like chewing her dad out for this! Except that it was her dad, and I really liked this girl. I think I made the right move by keeping my mouth shut.
So here's some pictures of this gun, partially taken apart.
The bolt was locked back, and I couldn't get it forward. The release wasn't working, so I had to take the barrel off, take a screwdriver and push down the little mechanism back and have my dad bang on the catch with a blunt object to get it to slide forward. And when it did finally slide, it creeped along very slowly. The O ring looks completely shot. I havn't taken it appart completely yet to make sure everything's functional, and I'm hoping there's no rust in the barrel. The safety button feels like there's syrup all inside of it, as does the trigger mechanism.
As soon as it was handed to me, I asked them if I could take it home and clean it completely for her. They gladly agreed.
I assured my girlfriend that this wasn't for her. This was for the gun. That poor, poor tortured gun.