Well, all of my cancer treatments are over and done with. Radiation ended almost 2 weeks ago and Chemo ended last Tuesday. I am still feeling the effects of both, it was a tough weekend, real tough. Something that made things a bit easier or at least a bit more interesting for me was that I finally decided to open a carton that had been delivered to me on October 31. Can you say 'belated trick or treat'! I ordered a 1955 Polish WZ-48 .22 LR Trainer from Centerfire Systems, they were nice enough to hold one for me until I could get my paperwork together which took me a few days to a week considering my current situation.
I am fairly happy with it. The metal is in VG condition, the wood is F to EX. I wish the metal were as good as the wood but what the heck. I bought it for a shooter and a fun gun not as a wall hanger or conversation piece. As luck would have it, my digital camera went legs up sometime during the early stages of my illness and I have not had the chance to get a new one or to find my old spare. When I do, I will post pics of it. Basically, it looks like a Mosin Nagant rifle, which is the rifle it was being used to train troops with which to be familiar. It is a single shot. It has a weird way of loading it. Since it did not come with a manual of any sorts, I will be waiting to find one and read it before I fire this thing. I will also wait to find and read a manual before I try to disassemble/reassemble it for a good cleaning. I did an online search for just such a manual but had no luck. If anyone knows of a source, please let me know.
Of course, I could not have afforded this rifle being that I just retired and what with the medical bills and such. Luckily for me, my sister and mother sent me a check for my birthday that just about covered every penny I spent on this rifle. How could I resist but to snatch one up when I saw it and had birthday money in my pocket. My wife seemed none to pleased to see another rifle had arrived via UPS and I never got around to explaining to her it was a sort of birthday gift from my sister and mom. Maybe I had ought to do that, then again - maybe not. For now, the riffle sits in the man cave and I await the day I will be well enough to head to the range with it for some shooting fun.
All the best,
I think the dogs figured it out.
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