That little tale about "reloading" for..........
a .22 brought tears to my eyes.
I once did that w/my Dad's 80-C Marlin. I had the same results you mentioned!! Dad was out of country training some maintenance specialists, and I decided to do some "reloading" in hopes of shredding some small birds as an experiment. I increased the charges AND the payload at the same time(I was in need of some guidance, SERIOUS guidance, in reloading, that just wasn't available yet.....) Anyhow, as I touched off the final, THE FINAL, round, a little voice somewhere said "move over" and I listened, as the receiver and barrel moved rearward, independent of the stock they were splitting as they moved aft. I was quite surprised at the flash, and saw that it had moved down through the now non-existent magwell and recolored the gray paint to black, on the hood of the '48 Olds I was using as an impromptu bench. Well, I washed off the soot as best I could and hid the evidence until the day of reckoning I dreaded was upcoming fast.....and I was unprepared. I begged and pleaded with neighbors for any kind of odd jobs so I could buy a new one, but this was LOONNNG before the days of Gun List, and those ingrates at Marlin had CHANGED the 80-C to a darker, more FASHIONABLE........80-D!! The D stood for DAMN!! (what am I going to do NOW????) Dad solved my dilemma by showin' up one day, and all was great, til one day before he went back, I guess he'd been sneakin' around while I was gone, lookin' for a gun he KNEW was around here SOMEWHERE (I didn't want him taking what was left of it out, and getting into unsupervised trouble with it, so, like many unknowing parents, I'd hidden it well.) Finally, all my luck ran out when he had the nerve to ask me where HIS rifle was. And there was "that look" that told me he was HOT, because he couldn't find it!!
Well, I was told to get it NOW, so I brought out the summarily-dismissed imposter as "....NOT MY RIFLE!!" (...but possession is nine points......? NEIN POINTS!!??) Know those after-action reports the Fire Department writes, that are quoted by the newspapers?? Like, "......the fire started in the rear, and by the time the first apparatus arrived, the structure was totally involved..." Yep, I was more "totally involved" with the ol' man right then than I wanted to be, and when HIS flames subsided, (he was a smoker, so he wore out a little quicker'n he wanted to), I was thankful!! Later on, Mom was a little smarter. He was back out of country, and I guess she figured guns were an "attractive nuisance" so she figured (obviously) that idle hands were "the Devil's playground" and got me into an nra junior rifle program. She wanted me to be able to swim, shoot, and cook, so she took care of the last, and sent me to YMCA away camp (this was back when you could still do that and not worry about your little, or big little boy) I tried the Boy Scouts, too, but I was a Hellion, and that came to an end.....
Then, about when I was 15, I kept hearing SHOOTING on Saturday mornings, REAL shooting!! Definitely not .22s. So, the next Saturday when it was going on, I told my Mother I was going "up the road" Where are you going? "...to find out where this shooting is coming from." Long story short, I walked till the interesting noise was even with me, turned 90 degrees, and walked in on members of the North-South Skirmish Assn. That turned me around forever. I was curious about the MLs but as a stepping stone to the good stuff!! I apologize, I didn't mean to hijack the thread, but the memories came flooding back, I've never really talked about that before.
See ya.