5 July
Today was the day of the rock! Mike started on digging around it at about 0600hrs, while I was in the land of fey dreams I awoke to noises of shovel on dirt and activity.
I joined him an hour or so later and I resumed the ordeal of come-along work. I had no luck and the morning ended with Mountain Mike losing his cool, in spectacular fashion, partly due to my ryder ideas clashing with his own mountain ones it must be said.
I heard a few seconds of distant clashing of metal on metal as MMM worked out his mountain rage. Better out than in I say.
This was did not set a bad vibe, as it’s a tough project, even with BnB’s assistance. If we are to build Mike’s Gulch there would be conflab’s like this from time to time.
The heat of the day crept in and Mike tackled the rock alone, like a determined automaton relentless in his mission.
In time’s like that I could tell it was time to let MMM attack the rock single-handed and he did.
He joined a second come-along onto the first and managed to move the entire rock over twelve inches.
Then, like an exhausted Trojan he retired to his tent to regenerate for more work with the coming dawn.
I too was busy on another project, inside the cabin-tent I had my ad-hoc gunsmithing table set up.
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I decided to tear down and rebuilding the Mossberg .22 repeater. As it was fresh out of the factory it had thick a grease-like substance resembling Vaseline on the bolt carrier assembly areas which needed removing and replacing with gun oil. Otherwise it would be prone to jamming.
It took me over 2 hours and nearly had me at the doorway to insanity. Many screws to contend with, plus two nightmare pins to remove with only my multi-tool to do it. Thankfully I had some allen key attachments which also were required.
The trigger mechanism removal to access the Bolt carrier assembly was such a fiddly and peculiar design I was almost resigned to calling out to BnB for help.
On re-assembly the trigger mech once again confounded me as I accidently bent the firing pin spring slightly which had me near incandesant with mountain rage.
I was tempted to hurl the entire weapon, spring and all to the four winds outside.
I managed to gather my way and, after another hour, had the entire weapon assembled and ready for test-firing later…
Later that afternoon we all tackled the rock once more!
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This time we dug out a deep depression in front of the rock, that way it wouldn’t dig in.
After a few hours it was nearly ready for a log rolling frame to be put underneath…
Then I put the Mossberg through it’s paces on the range.
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