This morning I took my new rifle, a Henry Big Boy .357, out to the range. Today is a crisp, bright sunny fall day and it felt good to be outside. This is a fun gun to shoot and I was even hitting the target from 50 ft out without a scope! As I concentrated on hitting the target and experiencing the thrill of shooting this beautiful machine, the stress of work and the every day cares melted away.
Oops! What happened? Suddenly one of the .38 specials that I was shooting got jammed. In all my years of shooting, I've never had a gun jam before. When I saw I could not easily dislodge it, I packed it up, placed it in my trunk, and drove to Gander Mountain where I bought it less than two weeks ago. Where it is jammed, there is no chance of it discharging. Still, I felt awkward walking into a store and having to say, "Uh, I have a jammed live bullet in this thing."
I explained to the man in the gun department what happened. There is no gunsmith on duty on Sunday so I had to leave it. He walked out to my car with me and brought it inside.
Hopefully I will get it back tomorrow. Gander Mountain put it in their "snail room", a special enclosed room that even if a gun discharges, the bullet will not penetrate the walls.
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