In a woodcock cover somewhere on the north side of the Piscataquis river, my son slid down an embankment with his 16 ga M-12. The muzzle plunged deep into some of Maine's best diatomaceous earth. I didn't see it, but he was smart enough to unload and bring it to me.
Well, it would have been nice if he'd had the muzzle pointed straight down when he unloaded it.......
Anyway, we had a very sluggish-cycling M-12 receiver full of dirt, and having a bore plugged solid to some indeterminable depth. We fashioned a rod of a flexible stick and broke up the bore impaction. Then we pounded the receiver against a large tree till nothing further came down the bore. A good inspection, a cycling check, loaded it and continued on.
That was about six years ago. I hate to admit this, but still haven't dropped the trigger group/bolt for a serious cleaning. Last year the kid used it with 3/4 oz weenies to humiliate me and my 391 sport at a NSCA shoot.
