Curare
November 17, 2007, 10:50 AM
Hangun preference is an entirely personal thing. Shoot several guns, do it again, and you are still going to buy and sell a half dozen before you even get close to knowing what you want. You may even come back to guns you sold in the past. It's like dating, really. The pistols that I've grown to love and have come back to are the Glock 17 and HK P7M8.
The P7M8 is like dating a model--incredible pros and incredible cons. The G17 is the farmer's daughter who gives you a life of happiness.
You spend years trying to find a perfect P7M8--and you spend a pretty penny to land her. You take her to the range, impress everyone, and then she suddenly gets too hot and wants to leave. Then you have to put her back into her $200 little black custom "designer" holster you waited 6 months for and hope that she doesn't rust on the way home.
She won't go back to that dusty handgun training class across the country because the instructor their didn't "understand her" and she kept getting hot and flustered. She was embarassed when you tried to shoot her with oven mits on, and nearly left you when you messed around with her sister when she was cooling off.
You dream about her at work--the 1 inch double taps, the amazing sights, the sounds she makes when you handle her, that premium feel, the way she slips herself down into your IWB holster. At that moment you realize that the pain is worth it.
The P7M8 is like dating a model--incredible pros and incredible cons. The G17 is the farmer's daughter who gives you a life of happiness.
You spend years trying to find a perfect P7M8--and you spend a pretty penny to land her. You take her to the range, impress everyone, and then she suddenly gets too hot and wants to leave. Then you have to put her back into her $200 little black custom "designer" holster you waited 6 months for and hope that she doesn't rust on the way home.
She won't go back to that dusty handgun training class across the country because the instructor their didn't "understand her" and she kept getting hot and flustered. She was embarassed when you tried to shoot her with oven mits on, and nearly left you when you messed around with her sister when she was cooling off.
You dream about her at work--the 1 inch double taps, the amazing sights, the sounds she makes when you handle her, that premium feel, the way she slips herself down into your IWB holster. At that moment you realize that the pain is worth it.