A good day today.
Buckshot (Rick Tunell) came over about 11 A.M. with one of his newer Implements Of Destruction, a Miroku-made Winchester 1886 Featherweight 1/2 magazine variant in 45/70 w/ 22" barrel. Gorgeous rifle! He made mention of a small problem he had with his new 1911A1 in 45 ACP after he completely stripped it down for a detailed cleaning. He thinks he got the three-leaf sear spring not quite right upon re-assembly and test drive--the pistol sent triples and doubles down-range for him, which he found exciting but managed to "Hang onto it all right". Rick and Glen Dye/Gopher Slayer reset the spring, and the pistol returned to its less-exciting OEM performance envelope. He and I B.S.'ed around for about an hour, and he had missions to accomplish right around the corner--so off he went.
I messed around in the garage for a couple hours, tossing out a bunch of debris and trash and sorting through some of the stuff that has accumulated out there since hobby work largely hit the brakes in July of last year. Lots of lifting and dragging, to sort of test out physical limits and endurance with a mind toward a Nevada varmint hunt and the tasks required to load the truck, set stuff up, and knock stuff down. I can manage OK at 1700 ft. elevation--dunno about the same regimen at 6500 ft. All of the local mountain roads are in "residents only" access mode due to snow depth, and there is more coming tomorrow and over the weekend. So a "road test at altitude" has to wait a bit. Insert cuss words (HERE).
Toward the end of the day, I got noticed that my jury summons for tomorrow (today) got called off, which pleases me a great deal. I have seen enough of courtrooms, thank you very much.