Speaking of appropriate lubrication of firearms, I will never forget my M-14 from Marine Corps boot camp at Parris Island, South Carolina, in 1963. We sweated on and oiledall those suckers everyday; mine would be rusting on the buttplate while I was oiling the flash hider and points in between. I guess those good rifles just got sweated on way too much in the South Carolina summer heat and humidity. My senior drill instructor said that when he retired, he was going to hitch a hammock between two palm trees, alternate between pictures of beer and lemonade, and urinate regularly on his his M-14. I think he meant it.