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half-genius, half-wit |
Many here have heard of it and use it. Many here have heard of it and wouldn't use it if it were to be the last thing on the planet. Some soak up it's, uh, unusual odour - some might even say taste[ more of that later], and others retch at the merest hint of it at a distance of hundred of feet.. Of course, it has so many uses that there were oft-seen competitions for yet another application, if you will forgive the word, for shooting both old and new firearms, cleaning and lubricating them inside and out and preserving when after putting them away. It has been used by muzzleloaders on patched ball, and for removing the post-shooting detritus later. In similar fashion it can be found around modern firearms, too, indeed, sitting here in my little work-shed, I'm gazing fondly at a one litre can of the stuff while I write this screed. It has been used by the original inventors - Germans, natch, since 1905 until the end of WW1 - when wholesale gun-cleaning ceased to play a major part in German lifestyle, but later came back to popularity with the resumption of the arms industry, both military and civilian. I bleeve that it has near-worldwide sales, but I could of course, be wrong there - for instance, I never saw any in Japan. However, my little story today concerns another use for this handy concoction, one that may not have immediately occurred to you, if ever. It is said to be a 'lightning pick-me-up and invigorator of great efficaciousness/hood/ship [whatever]', and by none other a personage than my late Great Uncle Jack. John W******l not only survived the great War of 1914 -1918, but went through it mostly unharmed, except by gas. He claimed that much of his invulnerability could be set at the foot of his infamous 'pick-me-up', and please note that I have never tried it, nor would wish to under any circumstances whatsoever. I therefore strongly advise you all to do likewise. A little basic information before we move on to the krux of this post - Ballistol is a portmanteau name derived from 'ballistic' and 'oil' [in German] and originated from Germany before WW1, after the German military requested an 'all-around' oil and cleaner for their rifles and equipment. The German military used it from 1905 to 1945. The chemical is a yellowish clear liquid with a consistency expected of a light oil. However, when it comes in contact with water it emulsifies, becoming a thick creamy white substance. It has a sweet and mildly pungent smell similar to black licorice/aniseed. You can instantly see the apparent if delusionary connection with alcoholic and other confectionary like Ouzo, Anise and so on. It is sold and distributed in both liquid and aerosol forms. The aerosol uses butane or propane as a propellant. It advertises that it has no carcinogens. Some other similar chemicals contain petro-chemicals which can pollute the environment if improperly handled. My great uncle Jack was famed for using it as a component of his notorious lightning pick-me-up after a 'bout of misery' in the trenches of WW1. The recipe goes as follows - 1. A regular-sized glass tumbler of about 1/3rd of an imperial pint is filled 2/3rd with clear methylated spirits [in the UK this usual contains a purple dye, and, if consumed in any decent amount, turns the lips a similar and unhealthy shade.] 2. Topping the glass of with California Syrup of Figs, add to that 3. A heaped spoonful of Krueschens effervescent liver salts. 4. While it fizzes away, add a few drops of Ballistol - looted from the late owners of a handy but no-longer operating Maxim gun - and drink the whole thing straight down. I well remember him noting that, apart from suffering total decapitation, as fatal in those days as it is now, a body might well respond with nigh-on instant signs of animation withing seconds of imbibing the brew. *Not safe for human consumption. | ||
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Flying Sergeant |
Well tac, as i sit here studying microbiology, pondering the events of the last two weeks in one of the contested states, if uncle Jack were here right now and offered me a snifter, I’d bite. Amazing story, I always enjoy your posts, have a great weekend my friend! | |||
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half-genius, half-wit |
You too!!! And take care in these hard times. | |||
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I thought this was going to be another frog lube style thread. Kudos to your Uncle but I gotta pass. I do like the smell though. | |||
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Edge seeking Sharp blade! |
A more convincing testimonial nary has been proffered. | |||
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Freethinker |
Great discussion and story, tacfoley. Thanks for a literary pick-me-up on an early cold and snowy morning here. ► 6.4/93.6 | |||
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Great story! I am a fan of the product and its odor. | |||
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Great story, thank you. It is an acquired taste | |||
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So, you Uncle's pick me up was to drink alcohol made toxic with the addition of Methanol? IMO that is a perfect illustration of just how difficult life in the trenches of WWI truly were. As for Ballistol, I get a real kick out of the story of this wonderful product on the Ballistol web site. It's not only a fantastic cleaner and oil, it is also an antiseptic for wound treatment and an excellent wood and leather conditioner. BTW, use it to clean my shotguns after a day of shooting Skeet and have actually used it to clean some leather coats that got a bit of mold from being hung in a basement closet. As for wood, I prefer to use a tiny little dab of Tung Oil but I'm certain I've had some transfer of Ballistol to my stocks and have not seen any negative effect on the finish. Not having been hit by any shrapnel or bullets I cannot comment on it's use as an antiseptic. And while it might be safe to drink I am not going to do that. I've stopped counting. | |||
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Baroque Bloke |
Heck, I was hoping that Ballistol was another condiment popular in the UK. I’m already a big fan of Marmite and Branston Pickle (original). Serious about crackers | |||
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Each post crafted from rich Corinthian leather |
I became a fan of the product based on no less endorsement than Hickok45 haha! I have best equated the smell to that of...feet. Sweaty, befouled feet. My family agrees and knows immediately when gun-cleaning has commenced in the household. "The sea was angry that day, my friends - like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli." - George Costanza | |||
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"Member" |
I love Ballistol, other than the occasional joy it seems to take pushing all of the air out of my lungs and making me cough like mad. _____________________________________________________ Sliced bread, the greatest thing since the 1911. | |||
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E tan e epi tas |
But does the cocktail still smell like a dirty hobo’s feet after a cross country trip? I love the stuff for all my firearm, airgun, wood and leather needs but I sure as shit won’t be drinking it. "Guns are tools. The only weapon ever created was man." | |||
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Don't Panic |
Great story!
Definitely don't want to know what _that's_about! Sounds dreadful, but so was most everything else in the trenches, I imagine. Big fan of the Kaiser's chemists in this particular instance... a spray of Ballistol and a light wipe is the 'final wrap' when I'm done with the rest of the firearm cleaning. | |||
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Age Quod Agis |
I might be inclined to take my chances with the Maxim gun... "I vowed to myself to fight against evil more completely and more wholeheartedly than I ever did before. . . . That’s the only way to pay back part of that vast debt, to live up to and try to fulfill that tremendous obligation." Alfred Hornik, Sunday, December 2, 1945 to his family, on his continuing duty to others for surviving WW II. | |||
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Edge seeking Sharp blade! |
Good call | |||
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Prepared for the Worst, Providing the Best |
I'm more concerned with the thought of drinking 2/3 cup of methylated spirits than I am the ballistol! It's no wonder folks back then we're tougher than we are today...the national sport was crawling around in muddy trenches taking cannon fire and killing Germans, and they washed it all down with toxic liquids mixed with gun oil...it either made you tougher or killed you. Badass generation for sure! | |||
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half-genius, half-wit |
Just to let you know that here in UK you cannot actually buy a bottle of methylated spirits - favourite beverage of a certain class of person - unless it has that familiar purple tint. This is done to make it undrinkable- so they they say. Ethanol, the stuff I use to fuel up my steam locomotives [see Youtube, tac's trains Aster BR01], IS clear, but you need an industrial users' licence for it. I have one. | |||
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If Ballistol adds pizzazz to a mixed drink, I'm gonna see if Jack Daniels will clean my cruddy suppressor baffles. ____________________ | |||
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Conveniently located directly above the center of the Earth |
handy around my bench for a wide variety of uses ...and I just read in old Ruger forum a guy tried some on his pepperoni pizza with surprising satisfaction. Thanks for the marvelous essay, tac. **************~~~~~~~~~~ "I've been on this rock too long to bother with these liars any more." ~SIGforum advisor~ "When the pain of staying the same outweighs the pain of change, then change will come."~~sigmonkey | |||
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