We Broke the Rules

This last Monday we went to an indoor/outdoor party at, and with, several members of our adopted family. There were about 15 of us, and not a mask in sight.  Yes, we broke the rules, and don't care.

One of the people bought a military Spec. 45 from a dealer.  He said it was new but the holster wear is a dead giveaway.  It has a feeding issue that I mostly corrected for him with a Dremmel tool creating a feed ramp. I've done the same modification on other older designed 1911 pistols. It still won't reliably feed some HP ammunition, but works fine with my Hornady XTP hand loads. The owner fired 2 magazines through it without an issue, until the end. 

The slide locked back and the owner racked the slide to confirm it was empty without looking.  The pistol fired.  There was still one round that fired when the slide closed.  So it jammed and then slam fired.  He insists that he was not on the trigger.  I had manually cycled many rounds through it to confirm the ramp I created without an issue.

I suspect the firing pin return spring, but it's significantly stronger than any of my four 1911 pistols.

I thought maybe the hammer followed the slide, but have been unable to make that happen on the bench.

So far I haven't found anything, but I'll keep trying.

Maybe he was on the trigger whether he thinks so or not.

Not Yet

Almost 2 weeks later and we have not ridden our horses again.  In what little time without rain we've been trying to get some of the outside work done around the house.  Today the weather was OK but the trails are definitely very slippery with mud.  There's always mud holes to cross but mostly good footing.  Today would've been continuous slipping and sliding.  The horses and riders are not in good enough shape for that.  We might be able to go riding Wednesday.

The First Ride

The Bosses first trail ride after major spine surgery last September went rather well. We rode a bit over an hour. The horses behaved quite well considering that was the first outing of the year. The Bosses horse hadn't been ridden in a year, and for my mare it was almost as long. Three deer crossing the road in front of us spooked them, but not too bad.  In short order we were heading back up the road.

It was a short ride, but plenty long enough for all of us.  The horses and riders were all tired, especially the Boss. I could tell the horses were tired because they didn't walk faster heading back to the barn.  The Boss got her gelding to move faster for a short time, but she allowed him to slow back down.  They were a good 20 yards ahead, and my mare didn't speed up as usual.  When not tired she transitions into her racking gate to catch up.

 It will be a while before the Boss has any kind of stamina.  My arthritic left hip has been talking to me as well.