So, this morning after qualifying for the Sheriff's race, I stopped by a local merchant to see what he had in stock. I picked up an entry-level M4 clone Pretty much everything on this rile sucks, but the price was very okay. So, I brought it home.
Came home and laid it on the kitchen table, preparatory to giving it a good cleaning. Grandson Quinton walked through the kitchen and expressed interest. He's a soldier who hasn't yet been to basic training, so I thought it might be a good idea to expose him to the rifle he'll be carrying. We went out to the shop where the cleaning gear is stashed.
|Exploring the mysteries of the AR bolt assembly|
Today has been a very good day.