A couple of Saturdays ago, the Elfen Niece and I attended a cookout down on the river at a place owned by Buckshot's youngest son. The son, a couple of grandsons and one of their friends were there for a day of grilling, relaxing and a little shooting.
I brought along a few guns for the younger crowd to try out. They quickly learned that you do not make a habit of shooting your steel pistol target with a 25-06. The Accubomb penetrated the steel spinner, the jacket fused to the inside of the hole and the core landed in the next County. It probably actually did since the place is on the County Line.
I brought along a 12 ga Parker VHE and some Vintager shells so the youngsters could shoot a 12 ga without getting beat up. They each got to shoot a 101 year old GEW 98 too.
The friend brought along some kind of big plastic 9mm that he just bought cheap and proceeded to shoot about a five foot group. I don't think he ever even hit the paper. I don't think the problem was the gun. It could have been a smooth bore and shot a better group at seven yards.
I wanted to show off TEN's Remington R51 so she shot next. She hit two bullseyes and the rest were in the black too. We refrained from commenting on the previous shooter's suckage and let the others try a few shots with the Remington. Everybody liked it for all the right reasons: ease of racking the slide, ease of loading and less felt recoil that most 9mms of similar size. All expressed appreciation for the grip safety too.
Less than a week later, I was talking to a couple who are just getting into shooting and have a Ruger LCR. The lady is partially disabled and has limited manual dexterity. As with Aunt Clickity, she found that she could operate the LCR while she could not operate any of the automatics she had tried. Instead of listening to expert advice and getting something just dripping with Tacti-coolness that she couldn't shoot, she got something she can shoot. She voted for Trump too.
I saw her target. She had 15 out of 15 rounds in the black and it was the first time she had fired the LCR and only the second time she had been shooting. The LCR is a good fit for her but the husband asked what I thought of Hi Point and what I'd recommend instead of his Hi Point since it hasn't worked since he fired the first round.
We talked about different handguns. He wanted something less expensive than the LCR and automatics were definitely options for him. We talked about the Kimber BelAir and several others. Naturally, with the R51 fresh in my mind, I got around to talking about it.
The trouble is the R51 was at home in TEN's room so I didn't have it with me to show them how well it does what it does. The obvious solution was to buck up and get myself my own R51. Seriously. Are we still living in America or aren't we? Gears started turning and eventually churned out a plausible justification for it: "if I sell these two I will make $300 more than I will spend on the R51..." I began to look around.
Gooseburg couldn't get anybody to even look at them until I bought one back before Thanksgiving (seriously, the sales guy said he'd never had one out of the display case) but now they were sold out. Its never easy to get waited on there and I tried twice just so I could ask if they'd be getting anymore in but had to give up for lack of time.
On a whim, I decided to check one of the older, local sporting goods stores. They are known for their high prices but I figured it couldn't hurt to look. Danged if they didn't have one for twenty bucks less than Gooseburg's last known price and danged if I don't have it now.
So now I will be selling a couple of guns and participating in the Wussification of America by carrying a gun in a caliber that doesn't start with Four. I'm still trying to figure out whether this was caused by advancing age or the block of Tofu I found in the pantry last weekend. Whatever the cause, I don't know when I've liked a carry gun this much.
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Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
An Infidel and an Odyssey Part 3
After getting familiar with her new Ruger LCR, Aunt Clickity ("AC") accompanied The Lovely Bride ("TLB") and The Adjectiveless Niece ("TAN") to a ladies night shooting class at Harry Beckwith Guns in Micanopy to get more instruction and practice.
The class turned out to be meant for more advanced shooters that night so she didn't participate. They had a couple of guest instructors. Ex military guys who now do "Corporate Security." They had the beards and the 511 Tactical stuff going on but AC wasn't ready for double tap drills and snap shooting poker cards.
Turns out that TAN wasn't ready for the cards either. They put a whole bunch of cards on the target board and drill was to shoot the card that they called out as fast and as accurately as you can. They called out "Five of Clubs" and TAN didn't shoot.
"Did your gun misfire?"
"Nope"
"Then why didn't you shoot?"
"Which ones are the Clubs?"
OK. A little basic instruction with playing cards and TLB and TAN finished the class. It was a really good class. Both raved about it for days.
AC didn't get to shoot because of her arthritis. You just don't do quick draws and snap shooting real well if your hands can barely hold onto the gun. To make up for it, she went to a public range with a friend on her day off and burned through the other half of the box of wadcutters.
By that time, she was feeling less intimidated by the gun, knew she could handle it safely and was ready to take her concealed weapon permit class. The only problem was so were about half a million other people in the State and they were all in front of her.
One particular instructor had been recommended to her over and over. She talked to him on the phone and was devastated to learn that he was booked for the next three months. It was really a big setback for her but, as it turns out, both TLB and I are friends of the instructor's family.
I called the instructor's son to see if there was any elasticity in his dad's class sizes and found out that there wasn't. Class sizes were determined by the size of the class room and it was maxed out in every class. The good thing was that the instructor's son is also an instructor and he had an opening in a class that very weekend.
We relayed the information to AC and she decided that If TLB would go with her she'd go. TLB couldn't go so I volunteered that I was going to the class to assist the instructor anyway so I'd be there. That's all it took. She was in. I even called afterward to ask the instructor if I could come out and help so it wasn't a lie for very long. (Its OK. I am the infidel in this story).
Come Saturday Morning we met at the instructor's house. We got there early and helped set up the class room and I sat in on the start of the class. The class was a model of diversity. We had an eighty year old man, a couple of kids that weren't old enough to have the permit but wanted to take the class so they'd be ready when the time came. We had a lesbian couple too. Liberals would have been so confused that us right wing, homophobic etc etc ad-nauseum old bitter clingers didn't throw them out. We covered basic handgun types and function and gun safety. AC took pages of notes and asked intelligent questions. After a break for coffee and nature, the class moved into the law on self defense.
Guess who gave that part of the class? The instructor's dad. The same instructor the AC had her heart set on originally!
Then came the shooting. It wasn't really target shooting. It was shooting to prove to the instructor that you can handle your gun without being a danger to yourself or anybody else. Ten shots at a silhouette 7 yards away. AC didn't go first but she didn't go last either. When her group's turn came, she picked her gun up off the table, put her ammo in her pocket and walked to the line like John Wayne.
Shooting wasn't easy for her but she did fine. Out of ten shots she put seven in the bowling pin zone. The instructor gave her the seal of approval and she packed her stuff up and went home. She didn't even stay around to pick up her certificate. I had to bring it home to give it to TLB to pass it on to AC at work.
That's when I learned something about AC that I hadn't known before. She actually doesn't like shooting. She doesn't dislike guns but she doesn't have any particular affinity for guns or the shooting sports. She has no desire to do a lot of shooting. She just made the decision that she needed a gun for her own protection and she decided to do what it took to start from scratch, become safe with a gun and make it do what it needed to do if she needed it in the gravest extreme.
The whole thing made sense now. She hadn't fired a gun in over fifty years but decided that she needed one because she lives alone and frequently has to drive to a bigger city that has a lot of crime. Instead of just buying any old gun and deciding she was somehow suddenly safe, she talked to people who had more experience than she had. She got good advice and she got bad advice. Then she took all that advice to several gun stores and tested it against her own physical disability. That's what all the clickity-clickity was about. She needed to know if she was going to be able to make the gun fire. She tried out over a dozen different handguns before settling on the LCR. Then she got some instruction.
I know, the Glig & Wessfield BR-549 is a splendid fighting arm and anyone who chooses anything different for their own protection is a fool but amid the shouts of Raca-Raca from most of her expert advisors, she chose a gun that she could both hold onto and fire. Strangely, those two things were important to her.
She tried a Glock 42 and couldn't rack the slide. Kahrs were even harder to rack, She tried a Glock 19 at her son's insistence. Not only couldn't she rack the slide, she couldn't even hold onto it. Most of her expert friends tried to steer her toward what they would carry. The trouble with that was they have two hands that they can close around a handgun grip. She doesn't. One of her's barely closes. We kept encouraging her to just find one that she could work and she stuck with it until she did. It was like paying attention to the person shopping for the gun was worth the trouble.
AC's particular LCR naturally had a much heavier trigger pull than a Glock or any of the other semi-autos that she tried but it was unusually smooth. She doesn't have fine motor control in even her good hand anymore. She needed something that required a very deliberate and long pull and it needed to be the same the whole length of the stroke. The LCR that she bought worked and it gives her five more shots than she would have if she had bought somebody else's idea of a "better" gun that she couldn't hold or shoot.
You know what's even better? Even though AC doesn't really like to shoot, she is recruiting new students to attend the class. There's going to be a Part 4 to this Odyssey and she is helping that happen.
The class turned out to be meant for more advanced shooters that night so she didn't participate. They had a couple of guest instructors. Ex military guys who now do "Corporate Security." They had the beards and the 511 Tactical stuff going on but AC wasn't ready for double tap drills and snap shooting poker cards.
Turns out that TAN wasn't ready for the cards either. They put a whole bunch of cards on the target board and drill was to shoot the card that they called out as fast and as accurately as you can. They called out "Five of Clubs" and TAN didn't shoot.
"Did your gun misfire?"
"Nope"
"Then why didn't you shoot?"
"Which ones are the Clubs?"
OK. A little basic instruction with playing cards and TLB and TAN finished the class. It was a really good class. Both raved about it for days.
AC didn't get to shoot because of her arthritis. You just don't do quick draws and snap shooting real well if your hands can barely hold onto the gun. To make up for it, she went to a public range with a friend on her day off and burned through the other half of the box of wadcutters.
By that time, she was feeling less intimidated by the gun, knew she could handle it safely and was ready to take her concealed weapon permit class. The only problem was so were about half a million other people in the State and they were all in front of her.
One particular instructor had been recommended to her over and over. She talked to him on the phone and was devastated to learn that he was booked for the next three months. It was really a big setback for her but, as it turns out, both TLB and I are friends of the instructor's family.
I called the instructor's son to see if there was any elasticity in his dad's class sizes and found out that there wasn't. Class sizes were determined by the size of the class room and it was maxed out in every class. The good thing was that the instructor's son is also an instructor and he had an opening in a class that very weekend.
We relayed the information to AC and she decided that If TLB would go with her she'd go. TLB couldn't go so I volunteered that I was going to the class to assist the instructor anyway so I'd be there. That's all it took. She was in. I even called afterward to ask the instructor if I could come out and help so it wasn't a lie for very long. (Its OK. I am the infidel in this story).
Come Saturday Morning we met at the instructor's house. We got there early and helped set up the class room and I sat in on the start of the class. The class was a model of diversity. We had an eighty year old man, a couple of kids that weren't old enough to have the permit but wanted to take the class so they'd be ready when the time came. We had a lesbian couple too. Liberals would have been so confused that us right wing, homophobic etc etc ad-nauseum old bitter clingers didn't throw them out. We covered basic handgun types and function and gun safety. AC took pages of notes and asked intelligent questions. After a break for coffee and nature, the class moved into the law on self defense.
Guess who gave that part of the class? The instructor's dad. The same instructor the AC had her heart set on originally!
Then came the shooting. It wasn't really target shooting. It was shooting to prove to the instructor that you can handle your gun without being a danger to yourself or anybody else. Ten shots at a silhouette 7 yards away. AC didn't go first but she didn't go last either. When her group's turn came, she picked her gun up off the table, put her ammo in her pocket and walked to the line like John Wayne.
Shooting wasn't easy for her but she did fine. Out of ten shots she put seven in the bowling pin zone. The instructor gave her the seal of approval and she packed her stuff up and went home. She didn't even stay around to pick up her certificate. I had to bring it home to give it to TLB to pass it on to AC at work.
That's when I learned something about AC that I hadn't known before. She actually doesn't like shooting. She doesn't dislike guns but she doesn't have any particular affinity for guns or the shooting sports. She has no desire to do a lot of shooting. She just made the decision that she needed a gun for her own protection and she decided to do what it took to start from scratch, become safe with a gun and make it do what it needed to do if she needed it in the gravest extreme.
The whole thing made sense now. She hadn't fired a gun in over fifty years but decided that she needed one because she lives alone and frequently has to drive to a bigger city that has a lot of crime. Instead of just buying any old gun and deciding she was somehow suddenly safe, she talked to people who had more experience than she had. She got good advice and she got bad advice. Then she took all that advice to several gun stores and tested it against her own physical disability. That's what all the clickity-clickity was about. She needed to know if she was going to be able to make the gun fire. She tried out over a dozen different handguns before settling on the LCR. Then she got some instruction.
I know, the Glig & Wessfield BR-549 is a splendid fighting arm and anyone who chooses anything different for their own protection is a fool but amid the shouts of Raca-Raca from most of her expert advisors, she chose a gun that she could both hold onto and fire. Strangely, those two things were important to her.
She tried a Glock 42 and couldn't rack the slide. Kahrs were even harder to rack, She tried a Glock 19 at her son's insistence. Not only couldn't she rack the slide, she couldn't even hold onto it. Most of her expert friends tried to steer her toward what they would carry. The trouble with that was they have two hands that they can close around a handgun grip. She doesn't. One of her's barely closes. We kept encouraging her to just find one that she could work and she stuck with it until she did. It was like paying attention to the person shopping for the gun was worth the trouble.
AC's particular LCR naturally had a much heavier trigger pull than a Glock or any of the other semi-autos that she tried but it was unusually smooth. She doesn't have fine motor control in even her good hand anymore. She needed something that required a very deliberate and long pull and it needed to be the same the whole length of the stroke. The LCR that she bought worked and it gives her five more shots than she would have if she had bought somebody else's idea of a "better" gun that she couldn't hold or shoot.
You know what's even better? Even though AC doesn't really like to shoot, she is recruiting new students to attend the class. There's going to be a Part 4 to this Odyssey and she is helping that happen.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
An Infidel and an Odyssey Part 2
After the small feeding frenzy at the LGS, Aunt Clickity had to wait out her mandatory three day "cooling off period." I'm sure it kept her from doing at least one drive by shooting. Maybe two. It being a Sunday when she bought the gun and then Monday being a holiday, she couldn't pick it up until Friday. She did that and was scared to take it out of the box without supervision so it sat in her car until the next morning.
The reason it got out of her car the next morning was to go to the range. While The Lovely Bride was reading up on her new Glock on Sunday, that sneaky SOB Lantry told her brother about it and suggested that we ought to have a family outing at the Hernando Sportsman's Club sometime soon. Brother in Law said that Saturday was good for him so the die was cast. TLB told Aunt Clickity and, since she was going to have her gun by then, she wanted to go too.
Saturday morning finally got here and the weather girl was being a tease. She kept talking about it raining all day. TLB looked at the radar and it showed that it was going to rain in the morning, clear up about the time the range opened and then stay clear for an hour or so. It wasn't going to rain all day. It was going to rain off and on all day. I told her that sounded a little like the weather that covered the Normandy landing in 1944 so we decided to go with it. TLB's brother wasn't as optimistic and he stayed home. I told her to tell him that if he had been in charge on June 6 1944, Hitler would still be alive. She said that Hitler would be 126 years old now so he wouldn't be alive. If there is a point, she will find a way to miss it.
We got to the range without encountering much rain on the way and I went ahead of the group to see the Range Safety Officer. I wanted him to be aware that we had someone with us who had never fired a gun before and that I thought that direction from someone in authority would probably help her develop good safety habits. The folks there are always helpful and they assigned us a dedicated overseer.
TLB and Aunt Clickity took the spot at the left end of the bench and the Niece and I took the one next to it. Our personal RSO pulled up a chair behind me and the Niece.
I had given TLB two boxes of 9mm for the Glock and while the Niece was getting her 10-22 and the 32 Magnum ready, she started shooting. It sounded loud so when she finished the first magazine I asked her what she was shooting.
"I don't know. Whatever you loaded in it Saturday Night."
My Federal +P ammo that I got for the Luger because it has an old fashioned bullet profile and a relatively small hollow point.
"Try this Remington green box or the IMI stuff. Its all good."
So she switched to some lead bullet reloads that I had put together for the Luger. Ugh.
"Where did you get these?"
"In the reloading room on the shelf"
"They are lead. You can't shoot lead through a Glock. That's why I gave you two boxes of jacketed ammo."
"I wasn't sure that would be enough."
So she started burning through the hardball ammo and the Niece was burning up the 32 S&W long in the 32 Magnum and Aunt Clickity finally decided it was time to join in.
She stepped up to the line and she and TLB started going over "The Rules" and how to operate the Ruger LCR. While that was going on, I had the Niece switch to a gun with a little more aplomb than the 32.
A nineteen year old girl that can pass for fourteen tells you she has fired a Ruger 10-22 and you yawn. Seven year old kids do that all the time. Then she says she's shot a 32 Magnum. OK, that's a little better but its still not impressive. A 9mm Luger? Stylish but not much else. I can't have future prospective Nephews-in-Law scoffing at her shooting experience so I brought something special.
A buddy had a Smith & Wesson Model 25 and couldn't shoot it anymore because of arthritis in his wrists. I put some small stocks on it to try to fit her hands better than the originals. He gave me a box of his "Old Fart With Arthritis" loads. A 255 grain lead bullet with just a sprinkling of Red Dot in the case. She was going to be able to tell anybody that wanted to know that she had fired a Smith & Wesson Model 25, that it shoots 45 Colt and that she did pretty good with it.
The gun was still too big for her. The grips fit her hand but the trigger was way out there almost out of reach. She gave it a try anyway. After a few rounds she shifted the gun to her left hand and used her right to kind of hold the left hand in place. Since the gun really was too big for her, I didn't try to correct her into something that wasn't going to work for her. I let her have fun. I figured she'd shoot maybe a cylinder full and then break out the 10-22 but she emptied the gun and went at it again. Final count was thirty rounds of 45 Colt. She said it kicked more than the 32 but that it wasn't bad. A very good reason why folks should reload.
I can't wait until that day when some dude tries to impress her with his 9mm Glock. She'll just tell him "I shoot little guns too sometimes but when I'm serious I shoot a 45 Colt. Pick up your jaw, tough guy. You look silly."
Our personal RSO finally figured out that the Niece wasn't the new shooter and decided to help out with TLB and Aunt Clickity. He wound up kind of hovering over them. There's a lot of rules at this particular range. All of them make sense but there's a lot more than just four of them. He found plenty to keep himself busy. I even got gigged for having my root beer on the shooting bench. Its a rule. Its on a sign.
"Do you want unburned powder and lead particles in your root beer?"
"No Sir."
They have rules and all of the rules make sense.
I didn't have to do any push ups. They are really nice that way.
We gave Aunt Clickity a box of .38 Special wad cutters. She had me and TLB fire a couple of round each so she could watch what we did and know what to expect as far as recoil and noise. Then she took over and shot up about half the box of ammo. After the first couple of shots she even stopped saying "Ooooooh!" every time it went off. She managed to keep them on the paper and even had more than a few right where they needed to be. It was not bad at all for a very first time ever shooter.
The rain did sprinkle just a little about midway through but it wasn't hardly enough to notice. The Niece has shot "a REAL gun" now and Aunt Clickity is much more confident with her little LCR. She even took it in the house when she got home. The only person that didn't have a good time was the cold and timid soul that didn't go.
The reason it got out of her car the next morning was to go to the range. While The Lovely Bride was reading up on her new Glock on Sunday, that sneaky SOB Lantry told her brother about it and suggested that we ought to have a family outing at the Hernando Sportsman's Club sometime soon. Brother in Law said that Saturday was good for him so the die was cast. TLB told Aunt Clickity and, since she was going to have her gun by then, she wanted to go too.
Saturday morning finally got here and the weather girl was being a tease. She kept talking about it raining all day. TLB looked at the radar and it showed that it was going to rain in the morning, clear up about the time the range opened and then stay clear for an hour or so. It wasn't going to rain all day. It was going to rain off and on all day. I told her that sounded a little like the weather that covered the Normandy landing in 1944 so we decided to go with it. TLB's brother wasn't as optimistic and he stayed home. I told her to tell him that if he had been in charge on June 6 1944, Hitler would still be alive. She said that Hitler would be 126 years old now so he wouldn't be alive. If there is a point, she will find a way to miss it.
We got to the range without encountering much rain on the way and I went ahead of the group to see the Range Safety Officer. I wanted him to be aware that we had someone with us who had never fired a gun before and that I thought that direction from someone in authority would probably help her develop good safety habits. The folks there are always helpful and they assigned us a dedicated overseer.
TLB and Aunt Clickity took the spot at the left end of the bench and the Niece and I took the one next to it. Our personal RSO pulled up a chair behind me and the Niece.
I had given TLB two boxes of 9mm for the Glock and while the Niece was getting her 10-22 and the 32 Magnum ready, she started shooting. It sounded loud so when she finished the first magazine I asked her what she was shooting.
"I don't know. Whatever you loaded in it Saturday Night."
My Federal +P ammo that I got for the Luger because it has an old fashioned bullet profile and a relatively small hollow point.
"Try this Remington green box or the IMI stuff. Its all good."
So she switched to some lead bullet reloads that I had put together for the Luger. Ugh.
"Where did you get these?"
"In the reloading room on the shelf"
"They are lead. You can't shoot lead through a Glock. That's why I gave you two boxes of jacketed ammo."
"I wasn't sure that would be enough."
So she started burning through the hardball ammo and the Niece was burning up the 32 S&W long in the 32 Magnum and Aunt Clickity finally decided it was time to join in.
She stepped up to the line and she and TLB started going over "The Rules" and how to operate the Ruger LCR. While that was going on, I had the Niece switch to a gun with a little more aplomb than the 32.
A nineteen year old girl that can pass for fourteen tells you she has fired a Ruger 10-22 and you yawn. Seven year old kids do that all the time. Then she says she's shot a 32 Magnum. OK, that's a little better but its still not impressive. A 9mm Luger? Stylish but not much else. I can't have future prospective Nephews-in-Law scoffing at her shooting experience so I brought something special.
A buddy had a Smith & Wesson Model 25 and couldn't shoot it anymore because of arthritis in his wrists. I put some small stocks on it to try to fit her hands better than the originals. He gave me a box of his "Old Fart With Arthritis" loads. A 255 grain lead bullet with just a sprinkling of Red Dot in the case. She was going to be able to tell anybody that wanted to know that she had fired a Smith & Wesson Model 25, that it shoots 45 Colt and that she did pretty good with it.
The gun was still too big for her. The grips fit her hand but the trigger was way out there almost out of reach. She gave it a try anyway. After a few rounds she shifted the gun to her left hand and used her right to kind of hold the left hand in place. Since the gun really was too big for her, I didn't try to correct her into something that wasn't going to work for her. I let her have fun. I figured she'd shoot maybe a cylinder full and then break out the 10-22 but she emptied the gun and went at it again. Final count was thirty rounds of 45 Colt. She said it kicked more than the 32 but that it wasn't bad. A very good reason why folks should reload.
I can't wait until that day when some dude tries to impress her with his 9mm Glock. She'll just tell him "I shoot little guns too sometimes but when I'm serious I shoot a 45 Colt. Pick up your jaw, tough guy. You look silly."
Our personal RSO finally figured out that the Niece wasn't the new shooter and decided to help out with TLB and Aunt Clickity. He wound up kind of hovering over them. There's a lot of rules at this particular range. All of them make sense but there's a lot more than just four of them. He found plenty to keep himself busy. I even got gigged for having my root beer on the shooting bench. Its a rule. Its on a sign.
"Do you want unburned powder and lead particles in your root beer?"
"No Sir."
They have rules and all of the rules make sense.
I didn't have to do any push ups. They are really nice that way.
We gave Aunt Clickity a box of .38 Special wad cutters. She had me and TLB fire a couple of round each so she could watch what we did and know what to expect as far as recoil and noise. Then she took over and shot up about half the box of ammo. After the first couple of shots she even stopped saying "Ooooooh!" every time it went off. She managed to keep them on the paper and even had more than a few right where they needed to be. It was not bad at all for a very first time ever shooter.
The rain did sprinkle just a little about midway through but it wasn't hardly enough to notice. The Niece has shot "a REAL gun" now and Aunt Clickity is much more confident with her little LCR. She even took it in the house when she got home. The only person that didn't have a good time was the cold and timid soul that didn't go.
Sunday, September 20, 2015
An Infidel and an Odyssey, Part 1
A couple of Thursdays ago, I stopped by the LGS that's sort of kind of on my way home from work if I go about five miles out of my way. I try to get by there every month or so just to see what's new.
Wasn't really looking for anything but they had some new reloading stuff on the shelves and I did need to get some .451" jacketed bullets for the Glock. They had a couple of boxes of Speers. The thing that I like about the particular bullet that they had in stock is that its designed for the 45 Colt but will work in an autoloader unless the feed ramp is rough. One bullet will work for many guns.
On my way to the payin' counter, I noticed a little Charter .38 Special and a couple of Ruger LCRs in the display cases. I made a mental note to tell The Lovely Bride in case her friend from work, Aunt Clickity might be interested.
Saturday morning came right on schedule. It was shaping up to be one of those days when you just can't seem to get moving so I suggested to TLB that we buzz on over to the gun shop to check out those snubbie revolvers in case Aunt Clickity might want one.
When we got there, TLB's eyes fell on a Glock 43. It looked like this one:
OK. They all look like that one.
Anyway, it was the first one either of us had ever seen in person. She held it, clicked the trigger once (with the clerk's permission) and said she really liked it. We looked at the two Ruger LCRs and a S&W Body Guard with a laser, she texted Aunt Clickity and we headed home with me thinking that our mission had been accomplished.
All the way home, TLB kept saying that she really liked that Glock. We got home and she started doing house work and kept saying how she really liked that Glock. We had lunch and the conversation was dominated by how much she really liked that Glock. I began to suspect that she really liked that Glock.
I don't blame her. The 43 is a nice little gun that Glock should have made twenty five years ago and this one was even the Rural Model. (It has the sights on top of the slide). I suggested that she wouldn't be the only person in town that would like it, mumbled something about Fortune favoring the bold and we were back in the car, credit card locked and loaded.
She bought the little Glock and texted Aunt Clickity about it. By Sunday Morning, TLB had half a dozen texts from Aunt Clickity wanting to know if the shop was open on Sunday and could we meet there after Church and could she bring another co-worker along.
We met the two ladies at the shop at 10:00 Sunday Morning and were in for a surprise. Unknown to use, the second co-worker had been there Friday asking about a S&W Body Guard with a laser like this one:
It hadn't arrived until after she left on Friday but there it was right on the top shelf in the display case Sunday Morning. Sometimes the planets or the ducks or whatever need to line up to make things happen actually do line up.
Aunt Clickity liked the S&W but was more interested in an LCR with a titanium cylinder like this one:
It had a very smooth trigger pull and the grip didn't hurt her arthritic hands. She did some of her trademark clicking but this time it was with the sales girl's permission and she kept the guns pointed at the floor.
Pretty soon, co-worker #2 had her debit card and carry permit out and was doing the paperwork for the Smith. Aunt Clickity was going on about how she had just bought a new car last week and shouldn't spend the money but the thing with the Ruger that she liked was it was a used gun. It looked brand new and came with the box and all but there wasn't going to be another one like it at the same price later on. She decided that it was now or never and out came her checkbook.
Sometime during all of that, I bought a box of 115 grain Speer hollow points to load for the new Glock too.
Three guns sold in two days and TLB has two newly "gunny" friends at work just because I had a few minutes to look around at the LGS on my way home and remembered her Aunt Clickity. Nice to know I have that kind of power.
As happy as I am about them getting their guns, I'm having a hard time accepting that we are a two-Glock Family now. I feel like Phil Robertson when he and Miss Kay got a cat: Its all downhill from here.
Besides not being able to shoot good old Plumbium through them, my Glock has adjustable sights and TLB's has fixed sights. I can't figure out how to make either set run. I know they do run somehow because I read about people running this sight or that sight on their Glocks all the time but mine just sit there on top of the slide. (Mine's a Rural Model too). I can't even tell how to get the sights to crank up, much less run. Then there's "operating." The more I read, the more it looks like we will probably have to learn to do whatever that is too. 1911s are never this complicated. Maybe there's a group about it on Assbook.
To be Continued.
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