The universe still fucking hates me.
Don't expect to see much in the way of posting the next couple days - I just got kicked in the teeth yet again.
Was with my dad in one of the local toy shops this afternoon, while he did the paperwork on a NM Blackhawk in .357 mag that he picked up to stand in for a light carbine.
Spied a 4-5/8" Super Blackhawk 44 mag, looked at. Trigger job, target hammer; excellent cylinder gap. Most of the bluing gone on the barrel, but mechanically in near new condition (for those of you not used to inspecting firearms, this means it'd been carried a bunch and shot almost never). I decide to hell with it, and blow most of my wad 'o savings on the thing.
Take it up to the range, and off the bat it shoots about a foot and a half to the freaking left at 21'. Eventually, I get it more or less sighted in; but it still isn't grouping real spiffily. Considering the 44's traditionally have a practical range out near a hundred yards, seven yards and not grouping is not a good sign.
Figure I need more practice. Get it home, start inspecting under a good light (and with my clear indoor glasses on) and immediately notice why the thing wasn't sighting in right. It's not a 4-5/8" SBH.
It's a 4-1/2" SBH that someone cut down from a 7-1/2". They did not use a lathe to do so, either. The damned muzzle isn't square, and to top it off the lazy shit didn't even get the front sight brazed on square or TDC.
I am not amused.
So, I have a couple choices. Being as I have no lathe myself, nor anywhere to set up my Oxy-MAPP torch here in the apartment, I can't do the fixing myself. I can send it to someone else to have un-fucked; taking a few months and costing a couple bills. I can trade it off at the store I usually do business at - an option that will cost me a hundred and fifty bucks. Or lastly, I can go back tomorrow and try to get the shit-kicker that sold it to me at the local shit-pile masquerading as a shop to make it right. They used to have a twenty-four hour bring-back period.
Used to. I have no idea if it's still in effect. I have no idea if it's still in effect because I don't do business at this shop, aside from having handguns bought at good stores transferred in (stupid interstate laws). I don't do business there because every time I do, shit like this happens. Every time. For ten years.
A piece of advice: never buy a used firearm in the Pacific Northwest. Just don't. 95% of them are traded off or sold because the previous owner fucked it up somehow. Spend the extra twenty percent and buy new.
I had been tossing around the idea of delving back into the RR master... but my mood is shot completely to shit now. I'm going to eat my microwaved excuse for dinner, and go kill time until the new episode of Burn Notice.