I don't know how it got there, but I had a crysalis in the breech of my dedicated survival rifle, a MK4 SMLE. It finally emerged, pumping it's wings in the sunlight and then flying off to it's personal adventure in the great wheel of life. I gave the old smelly a good cleaning, loaded 10 newly handloaded 215 grain Woodliegh's from OZ in the mag and hid the bolt assembly in my secure, but quick access hiding spot ( freezer behind the asparagus.) Bears, drug crazed biker gangs, black helicopters and religous zealots knocking on my door take note. <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> Oh, I closed the related thread. We've been down this dead end before. <img src="/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />