Subdeacon Joe Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 15" Naval guns having the rifling milled into the barrels at The Royal Ordnance Works at Stoney Stanton Road, Coventry, England. Circa 1915. Image from the Coventry Telegraph. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pat Riot Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 Imagine using a small person as your bore scope... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Widder, SASS #59054 Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 7 hours ago, Pat Riot, SASS #13748 said: Imagine using a small person as your bore scope... I'll like to know who picks em up to place on the machinery..... ..........Widder Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pat Riot Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 21 minutes ago, Widder, SASS #59054 said: I'll like to know who picks em up to place on the machinery..... ..........Widder His name is Mr. Crane. Big guy, can’t miss him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Colorado Coffinmaker Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 Now ... Thats a Lathe!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jabez Cowboy,SASS # 50129 Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 Mongo ,,,, the same fellow that tightens the screws on Uberti's .... Jabez Cowboy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michigan Slim Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 2 hours ago, Jabez Cowboy,SASS # 50129 said: Mongo ,,,, the same fellow that tightens the screws on Uberti's .... Jabez Cowboy Yep! THAT guy! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Linn Keller, SASS 27332, BOLD 103 Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 20 hours ago, Pat Riot, SASS #13748 said: Imagine using a small person as your bore scope... My dear skinny little Grandma looked me squarely in the bottom of the shirt pocket. I could span my Mama's waist by touching my thumb-tips and the tips of my middle fingers ... and Grandma was skinnier than Mama. During the Second Disagreement, Grandma riveted fuel tanks for various bombers. Her foreman was a big Irishman and he ordered her to rivet them from the INSIDE. She bristled up like a Banty hen and shoved her belly into his front and drove her finger repeatedly into his gut and told him exactly what she though of him and his ancestors clear back to Atilla the Hun or Adam, whichever came first ... and he never, ever told her to climb inside a fuel tank again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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