My grandfather willed me a very old single shot 12 gauge with rust in the top of the barrel. He stored it hanging upside down, lengthwise on a roof rafter in his shack. It leaked constantly. Water would run down the barrel and out the breech. It had a pretty decent amount of corrosion. I wouldn't shoot it.
Gave it to my brother in law and he shouldered it like it wasn't a problem, fired off five rounds, and had no trouble.
To this day I still pull it out and shoot it. I popped a kite earlier this summer with it to keep him off my chickens. He didn't die, but he did decide this wasn't KFC.
My father had an old 38 that he found buried in a flower bed outside of a house we owned. He cleaned it up, but was afraid to shoot it. We took it (I say we, I was about 10...) to the local gunsmith and he tied it to a tree with a string on the trigger. Pulled the trigger and the thing blew apart. We were safely on the other side of the tree so no problems, but if I had one I was afraid of that's probably what I'd do today.
Gave it to my brother in law and he shouldered it like it wasn't a problem, fired off five rounds, and had no trouble.
To this day I still pull it out and shoot it. I popped a kite earlier this summer with it to keep him off my chickens. He didn't die, but he did decide this wasn't KFC.
My father had an old 38 that he found buried in a flower bed outside of a house we owned. He cleaned it up, but was afraid to shoot it. We took it (I say we, I was about 10...) to the local gunsmith and he tied it to a tree with a string on the trigger. Pulled the trigger and the thing blew apart. We were safely on the other side of the tree so no problems, but if I had one I was afraid of that's probably what I'd do today.