No apoligies necessary, I could run my mouth again but will save everyone here from reading some of my diatribe again, if you will find the opening page for this forum under
www.lugerforum.com and look under the "technical resources" heading there is an excellent step by step with pictures of disassembly/reassembly. I've got a buddy (Mr. Johnson)who I've visited many times with a bucket of gun parts under one arm and a bottle of Mr. Daniels in the other. He hates reassembling my mistakes but loves to drink my whiskey. He's a bachelor, sixtyish, keeps half a dozen or so hounds in the house. But they are well behaved. He absoultely will not tolerate "emissions" from his hounds in the house. When his olfactory senses detect the presence of said action due to their diet and resulting gastric complexities, my friend explodes with a vehement string of profanity of an intensity capable of knocking a possum stone dead from a tree. Then he grabs a broomstick or whatever is close and beats the hell of of any and all hounds within reach until they run out of the house.
One night we were sitting at the kitchen table discussing something while enjoying the company of Mr. Daniels, when my Buddy Ken (after eating a huge bowl of chili earlier at my house) shifted to the left on his hardwood chair slightly and well, it sounded like a chainsaw starting up on full choke. Mr Johnson was at the outhouse, but all the hounds at once jumped straight up, looked at each other and all around, and cleared out of the house like they were pursued by a thousand demons. They didn't know who did it but weren't waiting around to get the blame.
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