One day in the Bazaar, in a very small shop..."Sport and Pawn', I believe it was, I saw my Heart's Desire: A Ruger KMK 514 gleaming softly in it's box. I thought I heard a sad voice, whispering "Take me home!"
Looking around, and finding myself alone, I wondered at the happening. Then, the proprietor emerged through a beaded curtain, and asked if I needed help. Moneychangers were visited, and the agreed amount exchanged. It was mine!
Shooting was enjoyable, but, at last, the need for cleaning happened. I consulted the manual, and disassembly went well.
Then, I tried putting it back together! Nothing worked! I consulted the instruction parchment, burned incense, and considered sacrificing a chicken in the back yard, but my wife said she had something else planned for dinner.
How may I solve this dilemma, which caused myself and even no less than an Australian Army Sergeant Major to utter blasphemies and curses upon the head of whoever designed such an implement?
Finally, in desperation and great fear and trembling, I approached a Gunsmith of my acquaintance. Genuflecting deeply, with dollars prominently displayed in one fist, and the paper bag of parts in the other, I told him of my plight. He nodded sagely, took the greenbacks and the bag, and disappeared into the back room. In less time than it takes to tell, he was back, smiling, and he returned my fully-assembled pistol to me.
For about 20 years, it didn't get taken apart...it was...remove the grips, hose it out with Birchwood Casey's magical elixir(Synthetic)Brush out the chamber, patch the bore, anoint with CLP, and DONE!
Then, as I consulted the wizards and sorcerers of Rimfire Central and YouTube, I came across a parchment where some brave soul had actually taken his apart, and gotten it back together again, without incantations or other magical means! I studied deeply, and finally cried;"YES! I can do that!"
So, it came to pass, with the help of a Grandson, a sprightly lad, and budding gun nut, the gun was apart. It ain't that hard! OOooo, did it ever NEED a cleaning!
So, my readers, if your Marks I, II or III have caused your lamentations to reach unto Heaven, perhaps one day, as I, Wisdom will gently descend from on high, and smack you in the head with her wand.
And thus, endeth my tale.