As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
The Lame Cherry is an international expert on crappy situations which flush to shitty situations in satan making everything a curse of impossibilities.
This all starts in like 1920 AD in the year of our Lord when my Grandpa was a kid, and won a Savage 99 in a lottery for a dollar ticket. It was in 22 High Power and he was absolutely deadly with it, in he never missed. He never missed with his Marlin pump shotgun either, as it simply was not allowed or you starved.
Fast forward, Grandpa dies, and he 99 goes to my Beloved Uncle who gives it to me. His fat, evil brother, who is my godfather, wants it, and wants to give it to another brother, so when Beloved Uncle dies, he goes on a rampage tearing the house apart for that gun, and can not find it, while he has conned me to sit by Beloved Uncle's beside at hospice on the day he started the check out.
Being honest, I explain things and evil fat brother blows his cork, basically calls my Beloved Uncle a thief and a liar and he had no right to give me that gun, so I have to give it back.
Devastated, things get sorted out between the boys in the family and I keep the gun as fat boy is a liar.
They are all dead now, fat boy dying last Christmas as a nice gift with a fricking ice storm, and I was pretending I did not notice he went belly up, but I get a fricking phone call from his wife pleading with me to come.
Except for my sibs, basically that was all the family that was at the funeral, as though my old man was a son of a bitch, he raised us right. I went because I liked the idea of a challenge of a winter storm and iced up roads to overcome. Needed some reason to go and that was it.
In the meantime before fat boy went tits up, the Uncle who wanted that gun, who is a good guy, came up with his own Savage which I had no idea what the hell it was. It was an NRA model 19, a sort of practice rifle for militias in the east for World War I to look like the 1903 Springfield.
So Uncle dies and Auntie feels sorry for me, and gives me the shotgun he had which was my Beloved Uncles that he got in the will. Then she emails a few years later about this 19, and I of course have to buy it with my last 150 dollars and breakfast, because you can't get a free gun and then not bail someone out of their other gun.
So I get the gun and it has some globe sight for buffalo hunting on it, as these 19 Savages were for that prissy target shooting bunch, and some jackass had pulled the rear peep sight off. So I go this fricking gun with no sights, and when I check it is like 150 bucks for a rear sight which will do no good shooting coons out of the trap.
So Auntie gives me this note about some jazzbo in Montana that Uncle had been in contact with a bout this gun. Dude is like older than Methuselah in brain function as him and the old gal are retired. He remembers Uncle, talks a bit, but has no sights and can not help me.
First disappointment in 10 years of great expectations and shitter results.
So I look around.......no sights like I want in a buckhorn and a gold bead.
So I look around, and find this oldsters couple in Arkansas......write them, and no response.
I ask Brownells of Iowa.......they tell me NO a few years ago, so I ask again and get another NO, so I ask a 3rd time and no response. I mean geez louise, this is just a fricking front and rear sight and someone has to have something to cobble together, but dudes at expensive Brownells will not help.
So I meander around and find front sights, 3/8th inch dovetail like I want......and I measure the front dovetail with my drafting dividers and it says 3/8th inch.
I go to Midway, and find a sight I like, but no rear sights. I figure I can make one, as I once made a riser, so what the hell Maxwell, I can at least get the hard part.
So I do some more searching and come upon Numrich.....tried them before and they suck tit as everything is sold out in 1000 year old guns.
So I surf a bit, find dovetail rear sights, slide on rear sights and about talk myself into grinding one down as at 6 bucks that is affordable and easier than bending metal and filing for a few hours....and then I come across this Sears Model 12, two screw hole rear sight.
I think that looks like something the cat could drag in so I start looking and there is a Lyman sight that with a jackhammer might fit on the front, and feeling wasteful as I can not find the metal grate that Mom used to clean her shoes off with and what I took a broken piece off of for the 3 in 1 Stevens rear sight elevator I made, I get this NAACO 10, 20, 30, 40 elevator. Have no idea what the heck the thing is for, but is cheap so it goes into the bag.
So I get it today.......
And of course the rear sight screw holes are too small. That is ok because the rear peep sight base had a stuck screw that I got loose, which has me in a creative mood, so I grab an appropriate size drill bit, and go out side, and having no garage nor work table, put it on the air conditioner box, and hall ass on it. It of course locks up, spins around cuts my knuckle, but it is ok, as this is an adventure and satan dies hard as a dream killer.
I get it done.....take it in, and still no fit. So out we go, I ream the hole out, and I got my rusty 1000 year old rear sight screwed into the Savage. Even slip that crappy elevator which is too long and too thin, but I am not complaining.
That front sight though is the bitch. Needs some fitting they say......yeah like I am filing on that, so I get some 10 weight oil, a Popsicle stick, and a Harbor Freight bunty hammer, and I start whacking on it. Take it out once as it starts, put it back in, and start hammering away. Go through two pop sticks, but it probably needs another quarter inch to fire straight, but will not know until we go out to sight it in.
Of course doing this blog has ruined my eyesight to fuzzy now on shooting sights, but I get it in the direction most times, but that sums up the adventure of the 10 fricking years of satanic interference on a gun I never wanted, and now I have and with some cleaning and fixing up, sighting in, I will have something to shoot coons in the trap.
Is a heavy beast, but I noticed she don't wave around none in being so heavy in not being whippy. So I am finally pleased, instead of looking at a gun I can not shoot, that has no back sight, no front sight worth a damn and a stuck screw in the peep sight base which I could not get off.
If it would have been easy, I would have probably just sat it in the corner and never use it. Now though I will take it on an adventure as like all those old Savage guns, they were built to shoot a 1000 years.
Sometimes though I would like to not be such an expert on crapper situations in having things go easy. Everytime though people tell you no, you just keep hammering on things, and it will never end up the way you wanted it, but you will end up with a Savage gun, with three different parts from other guns on it, to finally make it shoot in a direction you can hit something.
Nuff Said
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