We had a break in the Seattle weather so I figured what the heck, grabbed the .36 and the bag and headed out. Had to go to the folks house anyway to give it a once over while they are doing the snow bird thing. Drive the whopping 15 minutes, check on the house and barns, get targets set up and pull everything out of the truck...
You know it's going to be interesting when you have to use a ramrod puller tjust to get the rod out to load. That puppy was stuck! Get it out and decide to see just what the heck is going on... The crazy thing is now binding the last 2 or 3" back in the stock.
25 grains of 3f down the barrel, lubed ticking... Ummm.... Where's the balls Mike? Son of a... Upside down the rifle, dump the powder, load back up and make the 15 minute drive back home. Get the balls, and the jag, that I left laying on the bench and make the 15 minute drive again...
Here we go again... 25 grains of powder, ticking and ball. Charge the pan and she's ready. POP! Nothing but pan. Hmmm... Let's try this again. Wipe the pan, charge it again, make sure there is powder right by the vent hole... POP! Ok... This is getting old. Two more pan pops before I finally got a full discharge.
It has a direct-drilled vent with a cone and I had to use what was a good Six grains of powder. Not only was it picked well into the cone, but I tilted the rifle and had a considerable mount in the cone before it finally fired. Even then, there was a distinct pause/gap between the pan and the main charge firing. I think I might need to drill the vent hole to ensure it is 1/16th. Which just thrills the manure out of me since me and those little bitty bits don't get along very well. I can only imagine what kind of grief a broken bit will cause... I tried to take a picture but the quality leaves a lot to be desired...