freakshow10mm
04-09-2008, 09:34 PM
For crying out loud maybe it just isn't mean to be.
I got a 4 inch 32 H&H SP101 from ten thumbs in a trade. Just picked it up from my dealer today. I haven't fired it yet. That was supposed to be done at tomorrow's range trip.
I did the proper thing and was slugging the bore and throats to prep myself for shooting lead. Had it secured in a vise built in to my bench. I slugged the bore. Everything went well.
Slugged four of the throats, everything went well. Phone rings. The office phone is dead (cordless) so I run to the LR to get the other phone. A few minutes on the phone and I hear metal to metal contact coming from my office. I haul ass in there and find horror awaiting.
My son took the hammer from the benchtop and started going to town on the Ruger in the vise!!!:yikes:
I had the gun secured in the vise and my little midget hammered it out and went Nancy Kerrigan on it. After I deterred my son to another activity, I checked it out. The damage is done. The crane was bent. Bad. I wiggled it a bit to see how tough it would be to at least straighten it out most of the way. SNAP. The extension that the cylinder sits on must be pot metal cause that son of a bitch snapped like a twig. So naturally there was a moment of streaming profanity.
My son, who will be 18 months old on the 12th, has never seen me go off like that. He sure was sorry. Had that look on his face that said "Dad, I'm so sorry I broke your ****" as he ran towards me with open arms. I picked him up, gave him a hug, and told him he can't bash things that aren't his. He cuddled in my arms, resting his head on my shoulder. He knew he messed up and he was apologizing the only way he knows.
I was still steaming mad but I looked at the plaque he "got" me that sits over my bench. I read it.
"My Daddy's Hand
Daddy, take my hand in yours and you will plainly see
How very much I need you now to love and care for me.
As my little hand grows, I will need you even more,
Everything I do in life, I have never done before.
Teach me to be kind and loving, sharing and forgiving,
Show me through your acts of love the pure joy of living.
The years will pass by quickly and one day I will be grown,
I will pass what you have taught me onto children of my own.
Hold me always in your thoughts and remember when we are apart,
The special love between a child and a daddy's heart.
Love, Mason"
After reading that, I calmed down, told him I love him. Then got it packed up to send back to Ruger for repair (goddamn factory controlled part!). Be about 4-6 weeks for that to come back. I tell ya, I got the worst luck with Rugers. The GP100 is holding up. Knock on wood.
I got a 4 inch 32 H&H SP101 from ten thumbs in a trade. Just picked it up from my dealer today. I haven't fired it yet. That was supposed to be done at tomorrow's range trip.
I did the proper thing and was slugging the bore and throats to prep myself for shooting lead. Had it secured in a vise built in to my bench. I slugged the bore. Everything went well.
Slugged four of the throats, everything went well. Phone rings. The office phone is dead (cordless) so I run to the LR to get the other phone. A few minutes on the phone and I hear metal to metal contact coming from my office. I haul ass in there and find horror awaiting.
My son took the hammer from the benchtop and started going to town on the Ruger in the vise!!!:yikes:
I had the gun secured in the vise and my little midget hammered it out and went Nancy Kerrigan on it. After I deterred my son to another activity, I checked it out. The damage is done. The crane was bent. Bad. I wiggled it a bit to see how tough it would be to at least straighten it out most of the way. SNAP. The extension that the cylinder sits on must be pot metal cause that son of a bitch snapped like a twig. So naturally there was a moment of streaming profanity.
My son, who will be 18 months old on the 12th, has never seen me go off like that. He sure was sorry. Had that look on his face that said "Dad, I'm so sorry I broke your ****" as he ran towards me with open arms. I picked him up, gave him a hug, and told him he can't bash things that aren't his. He cuddled in my arms, resting his head on my shoulder. He knew he messed up and he was apologizing the only way he knows.
I was still steaming mad but I looked at the plaque he "got" me that sits over my bench. I read it.
"My Daddy's Hand
Daddy, take my hand in yours and you will plainly see
How very much I need you now to love and care for me.
As my little hand grows, I will need you even more,
Everything I do in life, I have never done before.
Teach me to be kind and loving, sharing and forgiving,
Show me through your acts of love the pure joy of living.
The years will pass by quickly and one day I will be grown,
I will pass what you have taught me onto children of my own.
Hold me always in your thoughts and remember when we are apart,
The special love between a child and a daddy's heart.
Love, Mason"
After reading that, I calmed down, told him I love him. Then got it packed up to send back to Ruger for repair (goddamn factory controlled part!). Be about 4-6 weeks for that to come back. I tell ya, I got the worst luck with Rugers. The GP100 is holding up. Knock on wood.