so there i was on friday. plinking away with my 22/45. doing my usual thing, killing paper. "BANG, BANG, pffff,
" i was like "oh my f'n g0d." i stripped down the gun, looked through the rear of the barrel, and saw no daylight. i had my first squib. i was lucky to catch it when i did. i almost second guessed myself and pulled the trigger again. normally .22s either jam or just fail to fire so i was freaking out. i went to a shooter nearby to borrow a cleaning rod and pushed out the bullet from the rear. this is the little bastard that tried to kill me:

btw, i was shooting winchester 333.
" i was like "oh my f'n g0d." i stripped down the gun, looked through the rear of the barrel, and saw no daylight. i had my first squib. i was lucky to catch it when i did. i almost second guessed myself and pulled the trigger again. normally .22s either jam or just fail to fire so i was freaking out. i went to a shooter nearby to borrow a cleaning rod and pushed out the bullet from the rear. this is the little bastard that tried to kill me:
btw, i was shooting winchester 333.




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