Glock 23.4. Carefully fit to my hand. With a smooth 35 trigger and carry magwell added. My Glock 43x is quickly becoming a plucky little friend as well.
My Glocks, walks the walk. Get some targets and a shot timer.
Crunch and tic triggers, and aesthetic appearance, pale in comparison to superior performance. I became plenty emotionally attached to my Glocks when I started wasting my peers, when competing with them. Simple ccw drills. Draw and a dualing tree. It's got plenty of soul.
I still have two 1911's in my quiver. They have their niche. I dont feel that they have more soul. They have a niche in the commander and government sizes. I've sold all of the officers and cco's because theyre obsolete. (So much soul that they're dead ghosts?)
Which has more soul?:
-A cute, pretty, skirt wearing, chiwauwa that only likes your wife and bites you.
- A Belgian Malinois that'll walk into battle along side you and is perfectly obedient to you, for life?
Which has more soul:
-An exotic sports car that rusts continuosly, never starts, and costs a fortune.
-An all black FFR Cobra that starts every time, has a fiberglass body, and hasn't needed more than oil filters, pads, and tires in 10 years. Not to mention, it's nearly always far quicker than the above, when driven by you.
Paintings don't have soul. In my world, reliable tools do. Yes I have a favorite hammer. It's older than me.