I'm presently building a 40 caliber York Rifle from a kit that I got from Jim Chambers and I swear this thing is cursed. Since I've started I have....
1. Dropped the barrel and the tang smashed into my toe.
2. I got inletting black in my eye and half blinded me.
3. I stuck a small chisel in my index finger
4. While using a file on the butt plate, it slipped and sharp butt plate sliced a deep wound in my hand. Wife's a Doc and said it didn't need stitches but if I had some super glue she could close it up for me........ (very
painful).... I thought my wife loved me.
5. I was soldering a piece of German Silver on the toe plate...... burns galore.
6. I finished the final inletting the barrel and found that the barrel was bent.
6. I step on a sliver of brass and it's was deep in my foot that wife couldn't get to it without killing me.
7. Finally last night, I was doing some insize carving with and exacto knife. I handed it to a buddy to hold. I turned my back for a second, and when I turned around he had it sticking out. I rammed it in the side of my wrist all the way to the bone. The floor looked like a slaughter house.
I'm glad this thing is almost finished, I don't have anymore blood to spare. Furthermore, I'm afraid to shoot it... it may be the last straw.
Chuck
1. Dropped the barrel and the tang smashed into my toe.
2. I got inletting black in my eye and half blinded me.
3. I stuck a small chisel in my index finger
4. While using a file on the butt plate, it slipped and sharp butt plate sliced a deep wound in my hand. Wife's a Doc and said it didn't need stitches but if I had some super glue she could close it up for me........ (very
painful).... I thought my wife loved me.
5. I was soldering a piece of German Silver on the toe plate...... burns galore.
6. I finished the final inletting the barrel and found that the barrel was bent.
6. I step on a sliver of brass and it's was deep in my foot that wife couldn't get to it without killing me.
7. Finally last night, I was doing some insize carving with and exacto knife. I handed it to a buddy to hold. I turned my back for a second, and when I turned around he had it sticking out. I rammed it in the side of my wrist all the way to the bone. The floor looked like a slaughter house.
I'm glad this thing is almost finished, I don't have anymore blood to spare. Furthermore, I'm afraid to shoot it... it may be the last straw.
Chuck