Long ago, in a time far gone, when young men served in the military they had the opportunity to take their service firearm home with them once they had served the required amount of time.
My grandfather was one of those people during WWII. He was allowed to take home his Service Issued S&W .38. Years later it is now in my possession and one of my favorite articles.
So, anyway, annother thing my grandfather handed down to me is the knowledge that"a firearm that you don't shoot is a real fucking expensive hammer". Following this wisdom, I took his revolver with me to the LCR as I always do. However, it never made it out of the case, what with all the wetness and coldness, I didn't do much shooting. Well, on sunday I was pulling gun cases out of the safe and opened the one I had the .38 in it.....
A warning, the following is not for the faint of heart (Phil, cover your eyes) GGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I was very dissapointed and angry with myself to allow it to happen.
Today, I sat down with some steel wool, solvent and CLP:
Whew!!!
It still needs some more work, but does not look like I fished it out of a river. It is now cozy and warm in it's original home:
Lesson learned