Okay all you very evil perverts. And you rest of you are worse.
It arrived. Satisfied? Huh? I now own one. Never guess where I was when it got here. My wonderful trophy wife had to sign for it. See below.
Greasy sucker. Didn't fully strip it but got most of the grease off and cleaned the barrel. No hurry as I won't get to the range with it for 2 weeks. (And why they filled the bayonet hole with grease is beyond me. Just get the barrel clean. Stick on the bayonet and.... B L O P ... a glob of grease big enough to cover the whole gun...grrrr) I'll post some pictures tonight. I wish the importer didn't have to stamp it, but at least it's very neatly done on one facet of the receiver. Laser etch I think. They also assigned their own serial number. Well it's more of a cheap shooter/toy than a historic collectible. Original Russian s/n was 056xxx. My I guess "official" BATF s/n is 1010xxx. Which they put on the bolt and receiver. 1932 proof mark. I guess a real collectible would be one that service in WW I and didn't have the importers stamp.
Fun fun. Now to find ammo at the upcoming gun show.
For those who care....or not.....I was at the doctor's office where she was carving up my weak hand index finger. Seems I got some shrapnel in the finger without realizing it. Biological not mineral (or metal) we think. And it had brought with it some bateria friends. It had festered and swollen badly. Nothing like have your finger hacked on without the anesthesia. Her excuse was giving me Novocaine would hurt worse than the minor surgery, because of the swelling and sensitivity. I SAID, there very little I can't endure with the proper application of intravenous Valium. She's the doc, I lost. At least I got a really big bandage to take advantage of the sympathy factor.