G`d evening,
some geezer from the wet, dark, moist and sinister shooting range called Noarderloft way up the northern part of the Netherlands, asked me if i was interested in an airgun modified to a firearm.
Why not. If it is a dangerus piece of work i will toss in the canal and run away. Once i had it in my paws i saw he has given me the mortal remains of a simple airgun. Didn`t mind. I like `m all. The gun showed what it was.