I've always felt a little guilty that I don't clean the guns after I shoot them. I take them to the range, shoot for about an hour and then bring them home to My Mike. He dutifully goes out to the garage and makes the shooty things shiny again.
(No Hoppe's 9 in the house please. But I have heard that if you single ladies want to attract a yummy gunnie of your very own, you should dab some behind your ears. Potent stuff, that.)
Yesterday, I joined Mike out in the garage to watch him clean the guns. He was taking out the last pistol and I asked him to teach me the steps. So he sets out the little swabber things, the little wire brushes, the Hoppe's 9, hands over the revolver and walks me through the steps. All was going along well until I got to the firing pin area. It was seriously dirty and had all these little nooks and crannies. Fed up with the itty bitty wire brush I say to Mike, "Go under the sink in the kitchen and get me a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser."
He said, "Do you really think that will work?" (Will it work? Pshaw!! Do not doubt the mighty Magic Eraser!)
So move over Hoppe's! Mr. Clean and I tidied up that gun in a flash. A final wipedown, and it looked near to new. Shiny!
Sometimes old tasks need new eyes.