I've been going through a slow-motion upheaval in my carry choices for the last year or so.
I've carried this S&W Model 19 for many years:
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It's a trusted old friend, worked over by one of the top S&W men in the world, and has gone hunting with me, competing with me, and wandering all over the country with me. I
really like this gun.
But times change. Nuts with rifles are shooting up the public square, requiring accurate and repeated reply at long distances, and I'm not getting any younger: I don't see the open sights quite as well as I used to, so I can't hit with them at 50+ yards as well as I used to, and besides, my back is tired of carrying around all that iron.
So I was dragged kicking and screaming into the 21st century:
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No more DA trigger, no more iron sights, the maximum amount of ammunition allowed by state law, all in a relatively light and compact package. But I just can't make it work. Many, many hours of intense training haven't made me any faster with it than I am with a good DA revolver, and I just can't master than trigger: slowfire from a rest, the gun is about as accurate as I am, but offhand, in a hurry? I'm better with a tuned revolver, almost every time. And when I'm driving as hard as I can, I still revert back to revolver habits - which makes things like magazine changes amusing for onlookers.
Perhaps I have the wrong auto. Perhaps I should have followed my gut and gone with a compact 1911. Or perhaps you just can't teach an old dog new tricks. Regardless, I find the old revolver in my holster more and more often, and in fact have even been heading in the other direction:
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I bought this 340PD solely for trail running, as I have been bumping up my mileage and often finding myself quite far from, well, everything. I wanted the lightest possible "big bore" available, and this thing completely disappears in the shoulder strap of a running vest. I bought an OWB holster for it just on a whim - though I probably am lying to myself; my subconscious was practically screaming at me to do it - and find that it disappears on my belt every bit as well as it does in my running vest. So these days I wake up, decide exactly how much my back hurts, and then strap on the appropriate gun - which, more and more these days - ends up being the silly and vicious 340PD.
As for the 50 yard shot at the nut with the rifle? Someone else is going to have to take it, I guess.