Twenty years ago we were using my truck to help a friend pick up something big from this weird old packrat guy. There was junk stacked all around the house and yard. I seem to recall something about the city cracking down and making the guy clean up the place. So as I was trying to negotiate my way to the other end of the yard, I came across a coupe cases of old gun oil. It was issued by the military in little olive colored cans with pot metal spouts. It might have been Korean or Vietnam vintage, I don't remember. Most of the cans were banged up, some were leaky. The old man gave me the oil, which I thought was really cool at the time. My wife and I spent the next day pouring the oil into more convenient containers. The stuff was dark, it stunk pretty bad, but it was slippery like you'd want your oil to be. The funny thing is, despite being a lifetime's supply, I never used the oil on a single gun or anything else. It smelled too bad and I prefer not to use mystery products on my machinery. It was just last week that I was cleaning a shelf in the garage and came across what I HOPE is the last bottle of that foul liquid. Time, effort, space--all wasted in a project that was for naught.
