Funny story, I was wearing eyes and ears, of course. Primers were cratered but bolt lift wasn’t bad. Took a break for awhile, let my nephew take a turn. What I didn’t know was that he had moved my box of shells into the sun. I wasn’t paying attention to it so when it was my turn I just loaded a magazine and got ready to slay a marmot.

Bam! Ignition was loud and I felt something tap my shirt. I looked down and the bolt shroud (aftermarket aluminum) was gone. I ejected the shell and lost it in the grass. Damn.

Started looking for the shroud, didn’t see it anywhere. What’s that in my shirt pocket? There it was. Tried to put it back on but with the lip missing off the firing pin assembly it wouldn’t stay on.

Lucky as hell, the only thing injured was my pride.





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