Took the handguard out to Gander Mtn. with the replacement piece. Spent the last 24 squirting WD40 all over the recessed pin in the end of the gas tube, and banging the hell out of it with a punch and hammer. Nearly bent the punch, but still no dice.
So, out to Gander I go, wallet in hand. The guy offers to try to punch it out, but says my best bet is to have them drill it out and replace the pin later. 3.5 weeks, $35. I say try punching it.
Five minutes later, the little critter that had so irritated me and my dad is out, and the handguard is reassembled. Got Mr. Bush all finished up in the basement as we speak. Looks kinda like an M1A.
Oh yeah and, guess how much it cost me to get the pin punched and the handguard replaced?
Nada. The 'smith (not the one who worked this gun over last fall, BTW) refused payment.
THAT, ladies, gentlemen, and assorted transgender beings is what happens when you drop a grand a year in a place, and visit once or twice a week.
Once the snow that has so plagued us for the past two weeks (and it's been snowing for 72 hours straight BTW) melts a little, we'll take Mr. Bush out to the range. See how he runs.
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