The story goes that Bill Ruger wanted to make the greatest .22 semi-auto pistol ever manufactured. So for years he tried and continuously failed to achieve his goal. Supposedly, one dark moonless night, Bill Ruger was working in his garage, on the .22 pistol he wished to create, when he severely cut his hand. He quickly threw a towel over the wound and at the same time exclaimed, “ Damn Gun! To Hell with you!”
Just by coincidence, the clock struck midnight, and as this happened, Bill Ruger heard a noise from behind him. “ I can help you with that gun.”, said a voice from the darkness outside the garage.
“Huh... Who’s out there?”, Bill asked.
“Just a man passing by.”, the stranger replied as he stepped into Bill’s shop. “ I heard what you said and I have here the plans for the perfect .22 semi-auto pistol.”
Bill, the shrewd business man he was, looked at the man and said, “What will it cost me?”
The man replied, “Your Soul.”
Bill said, “Well let me take a look first, I wanna see what I’m gettin.”
The man rolled out the prints and showed Bill Ruger the design for the greatest .22 semi-auto pistol ever. Bill looked them over real close and studied them as quick as he could, but before he could see how the Takedown Mechanism worked, the Stranger rolled up the plans.
“Now sign here if you want to see the rest.”, The man pointed his boney finger to the bottom of a 2,871 page contract.
Bill looked at it and said, “Heck NO! What do you think I am? CRAZY?"
Bill reached over and grabbed a gun that was leaning against the wall and pointed it at the stranger, “Now get out of here before I blast you with this shotgun.”, he said in a threatening voice.
The man backed out the doorway into the night and as he did he said, “ I Curse you Bill Ruger and your .22 semi-auto pistol. Anyone who tries to take your gun apart and put it back together again, will suffer pain and agony beyond anything on earth.”
Before he could forget what he saw, Bill quickly set to work on making the pistol, but soon ran into problems. Everything was going along perfect until he got to the Takedown Mechanism. Since the stranger had rolled up the plans before he saw how it was assembled, he could not figure out how to make it work. So he made the pistol as close to perfect as he could get it.
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