Good grief, where were you thirty years ago? I was asked to refinish an antique muzzleloader that was still in use. It had lost most of its finish, all of its barrel finish, and many of it inlays. I began the repair by gently removing hardware, dents, and furniture pins. But when I got to the entry thimble I hit a wall. With everything that I could imagine removed, it wouldn’t budge. Eventually, after blazing right by all the warning signs of impending disaster, I popped a chip out of the forearm and discovered what you show here. A clever way to keep the tail of the inlay right where it belongs.
Hungry Horse