Lately I have had nothing but trouble with my Browning-designed pistols. My first issue was with a Husqvarna 1907 that I had recently purchased. Initially, The thumb safety was malfunctioning. You could pull the trigger while the weapon was on safe, and the hammer would fall when you took the safety off. Not good.
Well, being a certified shade-tree mechanic, gunsmith, and general jack of all trades and master of none, I thought to myself that I could easily disassemble the pistol, locate the problem, and put everything back together with no difficulty whatsoever.
Ha, I say. Ha ha. Every part was interconnected like some steel version of Milton Bradley’s Mousetrap game. Anyone with 4 arms and at least that many hands could no doubt do the trick in a paltry few minutes. Sadly, I have only two old, weak-dare I say puny-ones. There followed several hours of manipulation, cogitation, frustration and more contemplation, interspersed with some of the vocabulary my drill instructors instilled in me back in the Marine Corps. I got it back together finally, but now I had another problem.
Now, the hammer was following the slide if the grip safety was depressed when you went to cock it. Back to the Work bench. But first, off to the internet, where I found a delightful You-Tube Video which indicated that you could easily fully disassemble the pistol and reassemble it in 7 minutes 38 seconds.
After watching it multiple times, stopping and rewinding the video to repeatedly to see how things went together. I realized I was not being true to my heritage.
Man, the tool using animal. I was going to need some help. I am in the midst of packing for my upcoming move to Virginia, so I had most of my tools put away. No help for it, I opened a couple of tubs and dug out a vice, my Sears-copy Dremel tool, and made a trip over to Home Depot for a piece of 3/16’s rod. I proceeded to make a tool, closely resembling Momma’s knitting needle, to serve as a slave pin while the vice and I held things together and reseated the Grip Safety Pin. In a bare 95 minutes I managed to restore the pistol to functioning condition and somehow, along the way, I managed to cure the safety problem.
Filled with pride of accomplishment, I decided to take down my Kimber Custom II for cleaning. The recoil spring plug launched itself into another dimension. I am convinced that the ghost of JB is rolling on the floor somewhere laughing at me.