With all the craziness revolving around politics, the economy, moral decay and what-not, I play hookie from work and slip into my favorite gunshop. It's like being Norm from Cheers and having everybody in the place greet you witha smile and welcome you by your first name. It's my only place in this state where I can talk to like-minded people and de-stress. Well, in less then 10 minutes I get a Remington model 10 slapped in my hands and challenged to break it down without breaking it.(The last time they handed me a gun I didn't want to see, it was a Colt Officers Model Match in .38spl, and when I cocked the hammer it locked up....Go figure.) So, even with never seeing a model 10 before, much less handling one, much less wanting one, I got it apart and back together.
I liked the 84 year old design so much I bought it. And in all the excitement, they challenged me with a Rogak( Steyr GB knockoff). Long story short, I now own "THE WORST PISTOL EVER MADE!!"
I liked the 84 year old design so much I bought it. And in all the excitement, they challenged me with a Rogak( Steyr GB knockoff). Long story short, I now own "THE WORST PISTOL EVER MADE!!"
