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07-08-2004, 02:40 AM
This is a first for me, although I’ve gained an immeasurable amount of information from this and other bulletin boards, I have never posted anything, however, due to events that happened today, I felt the need. First let me give you a little background of my “friend” - she was a M96, Carl Gustof, made in 1918. The year was 1992, I was going through some hard times of recuperating from a divorce, and trying to start a new family (don’t ask). Anyway, while at a gun show, and looking for a deer rifle that I could afford, an older gentleman talked me into buying an “old military surplus” rifle in some obscure caliber that I had never heard of - 6.5X55. :confused: For the enormous sum of $110, I bought this old thing that had a barrel that was long enough to look like a water pipe for the house. It was so long, that I figured if I ever injured my leg while in the woods, I could use it as a crutch. Without knowing any better, I traded the stock for the cost of the machine work to have it drill and tapped, had the bolt turned down, and purchased a synthetic stock for it. I then purchased some Hansen ammo for it (about $5/box), so that I could shoot this up and reload the brass. After reading everything that I could find on this old caliber, I settled on IMR-4350. With 43 grains of this, and some 120 Sierra’s, this thing would shoot a .505” - 3 shot group. With 45 grains and the same bullet, it would put 2 slugs in a .30” hole (I pulled the 3d to open it up to a humongous 1.25” group). Needless to say - this sealed a relationship between this thing, that was almost as long as a sheet of plywood is wide, and myself.
At the time I purchased this, my little girl was about 1 y/o. Fast forward 11 years, my career has moved me to Alaska, and this little blonde haired pot bellied “little” girl is now 12 years old, 5’3”, and 115#, and active in basketball, track, and wrestling. This is the same little girl that would come up to me at the age of 5, and be pulling on my shirt, wanting to show me something. Normally this would be great, however, I happened to be shooting a silhouette match at the time, and I was “locked” in. Well - what could I say - “Ok baby - Daddy will be right there”. As a result of this exposure, as she got older, she got a .22, then later on a single shot 20 gauge, with which she got her first duck with (you couldn’t have beat the smile off of her face w/ a club, and I was just as proud!) With her coming of age, I decided that it was time for her to have a center-fire weapon, so that when the opportunity presented itself, her and I could go hunting together for either caribou or black bear. Seeing as how it was no longer original, I decided to take off 7” off the barrel, shortened the stock for her, and installed a Pachmayer pad on it, and gave my “old friend” to her. Her and I went out, and I made sure that she could shoot it accurately. Matter of fact - we went black bear hunting about 2 months ago, and she won $5 from a buddy of mine that is a guide up here, because of a shot that she made.
This brings me to today - I loaded up several weapons, and went to the range, just to do some shooting. The first one on the line is a recent purchase of a Rem 700 Classic in 6.5X55, and then the “old friend”. I broke out some Hansen ammo that I have had for several years, and sighted in the 700 Classic. I then picked up the “old friend” - loaded 2 rounds in it, and squeezed off the 1st round. This is where I lost my friend. I felt what seemed to be more recoil than should have been. Then I felt something hot peppering my L forearm. As a went to lay the weapon down, I noticed that something didn’t feel right. I looked down at the weapon, and the complete L side of the stock had been blown away. The buttstock was still connected, however that is using the term loosely. Upon examination of the R side of the weapon, the part that has the date and Gustaf writing on it, was missing a part from the breech, all the way up to the chamber, and about ¾” wide. As I was examining this, 1 of the 2 guys at the table next to me asked what had happened. I said that my weapon had blown up - to which the other guy said that he had gotten hit by a piece of the stock. The extractor was blown into 4 pieces - I found 3 of them. All in all, I have about 20-30 pieces, and have no idea where some of them are - i.e.- the feed spring and follower - GONE.
Upon examination, after hammering the bolt open, it appears to be 1 of 2 things. Either the ammunitions was some how double charged (possible - not probable - I don’t think you could get that much powder in there), or 2. - a case head failure. It appears that the gas exited at about the 7-8 o’clock position, and what didn’t blow out the bottom of the weapon/stock - went around both sides of the bolt, and blew off the extractor and part of the breech. I found the primer - it looked like someone had hit it w/ a sledgehammer, it was so flat. I say this to possibly alert someone that may still have some Hansen 140 gr, FMJ ammo floating around. I still have about 200 rds of this left, and I think that I’m either going to pull all of the slugs, or worst case scenario - just throw all of it away. This is the same ammo that I have used since I bought the rifle.
I’m still somewhat in shock over this, namely for 3 reasons - 1. - I lost an extremely accurate weapon today that I had been through a lot with, 2. Although I had some minor injuries (minor scrapes/powder burns) on my forearm and forehead - I could have been injured a LOT worse. However - #3 is the one that gets my hackles up and yet scares the he77 out of me - this was my little girl’s rifle, and that could have been her. This is only compounded by the fact that she shoots it L handed - it could have been an EXTREMELY ugly situation.
Sorry to take so long w/ this, just wanted to potentially let someone know about this ammo, and get some things off my chest.
RLTW
At the time I purchased this, my little girl was about 1 y/o. Fast forward 11 years, my career has moved me to Alaska, and this little blonde haired pot bellied “little” girl is now 12 years old, 5’3”, and 115#, and active in basketball, track, and wrestling. This is the same little girl that would come up to me at the age of 5, and be pulling on my shirt, wanting to show me something. Normally this would be great, however, I happened to be shooting a silhouette match at the time, and I was “locked” in. Well - what could I say - “Ok baby - Daddy will be right there”. As a result of this exposure, as she got older, she got a .22, then later on a single shot 20 gauge, with which she got her first duck with (you couldn’t have beat the smile off of her face w/ a club, and I was just as proud!) With her coming of age, I decided that it was time for her to have a center-fire weapon, so that when the opportunity presented itself, her and I could go hunting together for either caribou or black bear. Seeing as how it was no longer original, I decided to take off 7” off the barrel, shortened the stock for her, and installed a Pachmayer pad on it, and gave my “old friend” to her. Her and I went out, and I made sure that she could shoot it accurately. Matter of fact - we went black bear hunting about 2 months ago, and she won $5 from a buddy of mine that is a guide up here, because of a shot that she made.
This brings me to today - I loaded up several weapons, and went to the range, just to do some shooting. The first one on the line is a recent purchase of a Rem 700 Classic in 6.5X55, and then the “old friend”. I broke out some Hansen ammo that I have had for several years, and sighted in the 700 Classic. I then picked up the “old friend” - loaded 2 rounds in it, and squeezed off the 1st round. This is where I lost my friend. I felt what seemed to be more recoil than should have been. Then I felt something hot peppering my L forearm. As a went to lay the weapon down, I noticed that something didn’t feel right. I looked down at the weapon, and the complete L side of the stock had been blown away. The buttstock was still connected, however that is using the term loosely. Upon examination of the R side of the weapon, the part that has the date and Gustaf writing on it, was missing a part from the breech, all the way up to the chamber, and about ¾” wide. As I was examining this, 1 of the 2 guys at the table next to me asked what had happened. I said that my weapon had blown up - to which the other guy said that he had gotten hit by a piece of the stock. The extractor was blown into 4 pieces - I found 3 of them. All in all, I have about 20-30 pieces, and have no idea where some of them are - i.e.- the feed spring and follower - GONE.
Upon examination, after hammering the bolt open, it appears to be 1 of 2 things. Either the ammunitions was some how double charged (possible - not probable - I don’t think you could get that much powder in there), or 2. - a case head failure. It appears that the gas exited at about the 7-8 o’clock position, and what didn’t blow out the bottom of the weapon/stock - went around both sides of the bolt, and blew off the extractor and part of the breech. I found the primer - it looked like someone had hit it w/ a sledgehammer, it was so flat. I say this to possibly alert someone that may still have some Hansen 140 gr, FMJ ammo floating around. I still have about 200 rds of this left, and I think that I’m either going to pull all of the slugs, or worst case scenario - just throw all of it away. This is the same ammo that I have used since I bought the rifle.
I’m still somewhat in shock over this, namely for 3 reasons - 1. - I lost an extremely accurate weapon today that I had been through a lot with, 2. Although I had some minor injuries (minor scrapes/powder burns) on my forearm and forehead - I could have been injured a LOT worse. However - #3 is the one that gets my hackles up and yet scares the he77 out of me - this was my little girl’s rifle, and that could have been her. This is only compounded by the fact that she shoots it L handed - it could have been an EXTREMELY ugly situation.
Sorry to take so long w/ this, just wanted to potentially let someone know about this ammo, and get some things off my chest.
RLTW