Just a brief note: Casting some of the above knuckledusters for my friend, Dave Grant, I had a tiny mishap.Let me explain. I melt my old brass. All of it, old plumbing fittings, scraps of lumberyard stuff - but for our present purposes - cartridge brass.
I know, I should reload it...blah, blah, blah...
I was soured on this tactic by my old buddy in Montana who "did me the favor" of reloading 50 rounds of 38 special for me.
Long story short. After noticing that 3 out of 5 of them did nothing but leave the round half an inch up the barrel... I said "Fuck this shit" and tossed the rest.
So, bullets are cheap. Brass is expensive - $4 a pound! That's what you pay for cheese!
So, I melt it. Sue me - or, better yet, buy it from me. I've got 38 special, 357 and Brit 303. No takers? Fine then, I'll melt it.
Next photo: A 38 special cartridge that slipped through the cracks and made it into the crucible at around 2600 F. Not a huge hazard as the explosion is completely uncontained which is why it's the brass that gave way - and the whole thing took place within a fairly substantial structure of metal and refractory.
Still. It gave me a bit of a turn. And, I felt quite stupid as a result. Mostly because it was a round that could have gone into something sensible, like shooting my neighbor (Stupid Michael). Just kidding.
But, because I've no sense of an adult perspective, I've salvaged my pathetic ego by photoshopping it into a creation involving both Pieter Bruegel's "Little Babel" and the ressurection bit from "The Isenheim Altarpiece" by our old pal, Matthias Grünewald.
This is why none of your Moms will let you play with me.
4 comments:
Damn you, with your stupid posts! Now, I've been to your pal's website, and I know for a fact I'll end up buying each and every of his armes contondantes, useless as they will be for poor mild-mannered me. Do you realize how much money you've cost me with that single post?
Which reminds me, see you in january for the Shangai knife, I think!
Oh Kevin,
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful. Just don't pin your pathological weapon addiction on me.
Blog entries don't impoverish French guys.
French guys impoverish French guys.
Hope you're enjoying your winter hiatus.
Dan
Oh, I'm back to my dead end, soul-crushing job, hiatus is dead, alas.
French guys don't impoverish french guys (except if you mean our Technocrat Overlords), overcompensating impoverishes one particular french guy, rather.
All that stuff looks very promising, though shipping could be a killer - well, those are heavy, by definition. The com-bat especially looks good, reminds me of the leaded canes used by gentlemen when walking sticks were fashionable.
I hope you don't have any .50 BMG or 20mm laying around that you want to "melt down". No loose hand grenades you don't need that could go in the furnace? The .50BMG or 20mm will just make you shit your pants. You might not be so lucky with an old grenade. Let's not melt any of those eh?
:-)
Joe
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