Yesterday my buddy and I were on the back forty... Plinking into the bank on the other side of the creek. On my last shot, the can sounded a little funny, and I got some crap blown back in my face. I just KNEW I had an end cap strike, and was so pissed that I didn't take any precautions aside from checking that the pistol was safe safe and clear before unscrewing the can.
Of course as soon as it let go of the threads I fumbled it. It bounced twice and then hit the water with a loud plop. My buddy looks over at me and says...what was that? Hmmm? Oh nothing, just my suppressor.
Checked the water level with a branch, and it's more than 6' where it dropped. According to my friend, it bottoms out about 3 more feet down. Well...........****. Guess it'll still be there come summer when the levels drop to just a couple feet.
Of course as soon as it let go of the threads I fumbled it. It bounced twice and then hit the water with a loud plop. My buddy looks over at me and says...what was that? Hmmm? Oh nothing, just my suppressor.
Checked the water level with a branch, and it's more than 6' where it dropped. According to my friend, it bottoms out about 3 more feet down. Well...........****. Guess it'll still be there come summer when the levels drop to just a couple feet.
