Three times. Three out of three. It’s true! I was there!
Three times I have lent Ari the Husband one of my guns, and three times that gun has come back broken. I’d be angry about it if it were his fault, but two of the incidents were so bizarre (and I was standing right there watching him) that I know for a fact it wasn’t his fault. The other was just the sort of bad luck that could happen to anybody with an old, rather cheap rifle. But such a string of bad luck I’ve never seen.
Okay, full disclosure if I must: I noticed not long ago that that screw had come loose. I re-tightened it but kept forgetting to buy some Locktite. So technically I suppose this is my fault. But with such a perfect scapegoat so easily at hand, you don’t expect me to take the blame.
Ian, you happen to have a box of AK screws laying around?
Yep, I do. I’ll bring a couple replacements up.
You can talk about AK47s if you want to, Joel; your blog and all that. But what punches my envy button is the acre of sheet iron on your wood burner. Mine’s a grudging little piece barely big enough for a two-quart sauce pan, never mind a big cast iron kettle full of onions, beans, and hog meat sentenced to an all-day simmer.
Jim, I would probably trade you quite cheerfully. That over-engineered stove has a slanted plate between the firebox and the top. I’ve never figured out what it’s for, but it effectively prevents using the woodstove for cooking. If I really stoke the fire I can get a pot of water to mildly simmer, and that’s about it.
Also, as far as I can tell it was originally intended for forced air, because the air inlets are wholly inadequate for the way I use it. Sooner or later I’ll find a way to replace it. But hey! The price was right.
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I have a sister like Ari. No matter what it is, if it’s mine as soon as she touches it things fall off, screws pop out, covers disappear.
Some people are surrounded by imps, I swear.