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A little bit about myself..


Hunting, fishing and the outdoors have been in my family long before I was born. My earliest memories are of my dad, my grampa and my uncle coming home with fish, rabbit and deer in the late 60's. They would all be in the garage and kitchen skinning and cleaning everything and I would be going through the bags of spent shells, getting them all out, lining them up by shape and size and closely studying them all and of course I'd save them all and had lines of them in my room on my dresser and window sill plus I'd also take em to school and trade with some of the other guys. As I got a little older, dad would take us to the gun range. The only time he would was on Sunday morning after Church so if we went to Church, we got to go shooting after and that seemed like a fair trade! We'd go to a public range (which is still there today) and dad would put a dollar bill out on the chicken wire and my brother, sister and I would shoot at it with the Stevens model 87A that we had and whoever shot george the best got the buck and what a bonus that was. After a few times of this, we came home one day and dad took the gun apart to clean it. Being mechanically inclined, I was right there in the middle of it paying close attention to what came from where, what did what and how every part interacted with each other to make a functioning semi auto rifle. That was like a moment of genesis for me. To me, my dad was and still is the single most genius person I'll ever know, my Dad worked for a company called Sperry Univac, was a computer engineer and team leader. I'd go to work with him whenever I could on Saturdays at places like Scott Air Force Base, Fort Leonard Wood, the Army Records Center, Sunnen Machine and the like. I was always amazed at his skills and what he could do and in particular, how he would always remain calm in  the face of disaster. Broken  parts, sparks and smoke, parts flying out of what he was working on under spring pressure....none of it phased him at all, he was always cool as the proverbial cucumber and trust me, that is an amazing skill to master. I would always be taking junk apart like radios and record players just because I could and lots of times, I needed dad to help me get stuff working again and he never got mad at me for it either, he encouraged me and would compliment me for doing it by myself and I was probably the only guy in the second grade who could solder and correctly describe the function of all three legs of a transistor! As I grew up I got into cars, then motorcycles then boats. I worked at GM, Ford and Chrysler dealers but my passion was always firearms. One day, I was at a gunshop and was asking the gunsmith how I could get into the field. Before I knew it, I was working with him. He would not give me a job to do, he would assign it to me. I had to learn every single aspect of whatever it was and I was quizzed on it and I learned a ton of stuff working with him. In about 1991 I moved away and found another gun shop. I was there quite a bit and was lucky enough to hit it off with the owners enough to land a part time job working in the shop. Over the years I bought lots of my own gun related tools and equipment, a full size lathe and milling machine and was working out of my house as well as at the gun shop plus I also held down a full time job. The internet was coming around and I got involved with a couple message boards and in short order, I was doing work for guys all over the country like barrel threading, parkerizing work and other refinishing and general repairs. Around 1998, I got my own FFL/SOT and started in on making silencers. My mainstay was the Triple X, it worked well and was inexpensive for the time and  I sold them by the hundred. In 2008, the gunsmith at the old gunshop passed away from cancer so I quit my full time job and went to work full time as the gunsmith and am still doing it to this day. The Triple X line has evolved into some of the finest suppressors available and I still have that Stevens 87A, all restored, beautifully blued and refinished.
My dad was sure proud to see it.  


Thanks for reading,
 Mike Klos


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