Saturday, July 29, 2017
I spent the morning standing at the workbench cleaning the guns we shot the past few weeks. There are worse ways to spend a rainy Saturday morning I suppose. (There are better ways too, like shooting them.) I had planned to clean just one. Then I grabbed another. Then another... Before you know it I was wrist deep in dirty cleaning patches and the aroma of solvent filled the air. It's quite satisfying actually.
Now they are clean, which only means they need to be made dirty again. The smell of Hoppe's #9 will linger on my hands all day. That's okay, it has been rated as one of the top 15 manly smells.
Really, who needs one of these when you have the real thing?