Impressed, Arnold and I then dried and lubricated the gun, then proceeded to obtain one last substance to dunk the pistol in. Fresh cow manure. At the dinner where the initial test had been conceived, I had inadvertently muttered that once the seawater test was complete, I would have done everything to the gun but dunk it in doo-doo. This got a bit of a laugh in that the old phrase of "shooting the ...well, you know...immediately came to mind. Still, the idea wasn't so far fetched as you might think. Cow manure, for example, is a multi-media substance containing partly digested grass and other vegetable matter, stomach acid and who knows what else. Moreover, it tends to be glutinous, stringy and otherwise highly obnoxious in every way. After laughing about it for a while, I realized that such a substance would in fact make a good test medium. Previously, I had only subjected the pistol to single-media substances like dirt, dust, ice, snow, et al and if it functioned after being soaked inside and out in fresh cow dung, it would have indeed proved its worth.
So, we obtained the "agricultural substance" fresh from its usual source (!), placed it in a plastic bag and off to the range we went. Upon arriving there, I placed a high-cap magazine loaded with 124-grain Federal Hydra-Shok JHPs into the gun, cycled the slide to load it and dropped it unceremoniously into the bag.
It was then that an amusing revelation fell upon us. After retrieving the manure-soaked Glock from the bag, I realized that I needed to be the one to take pictures, so that left Arnold to be the shooter! Still, his smile remained in place as he gingerly assumed a Weaver Stance, pointed the piece at the target and pressed the trigger. Now that's a guy with a great disposition if there ever was one! BOOM! The pistol fired, the slide reciprocated, reloading it. Then, BOOM!, BOOM!, BOOM! and so on until the magazine was empty and the slide locked open. In the target 7 meters distant were 17 center hits. I handed Arnold another full loaded high-cap magazine, then another and another until a half-dozen were expended, but the pistol continued to function without mishap. When it was over, Arnold's face, arms and shirt were spattered and his smile had vanished (mine would, too--with all that, er, stuff flying around, who wants to keep his mouth open?).
"Got it...all of it!" I said happily, and handed him a one-gallon container or water, some soap and a clean shirt, which he accepted with alacrity, and the test was over. The Glock had gone the whole route and passed with flying colors.
Frankly, I don't know what else to subject it to without losing focus on being realistic. I guess I could freeze it into a solid block of ice and then try to fire it but I know darned well it will malfunction and who cares, right? Or perhaps I could run over it with a car to see if it would break, but then what would that prove? Besides, a friend of mine just inadvertently did that and the pistol, also a Glock 17 , didn't break!
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