Hastings
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I started out my shoot experience in the seventies with 1911's, Ruger revolvers of the DA and SA variety, and later moved to S&W revolvers and Browning Hi Powers as a focus. I've shot S&W semi-autos a bunch, and the odd Walther, FN, Beretta and Sig. I seldom keep a gun if I loose interest in it, or don't shoot it. I don't collect, I shoot.
I went looking for a new carry gun this past week. I spent a few days struggling with which gun to choose because I was concerned about how the finish would hold up to the humidity, sweat, and general wear. Last year's summer carry gun was a S&W 640, but I abandoned it because it was to small and awkward for me to shoot freqently.
I looked at several pretty guns, and finally the thought dawned on me, try a Glock. I'd never shot a Glock, and generally dislike polymer framed pistols. I've tried FN's, Walthers, S&W's, and Taurus"s, and didn't care for any of them. Well, I thought to myself, if the gun is ugly to begin with, and you don't care about the appearance, it won't matter how much sweat, crude, and abuse the thing receives. So I bought a Glock 23, and I love the thing. It's so damn utilitarian, it's hard to not love it, kind of like a can opener or a hammer. It's as accurate as any other stock autoloader I've owned, feeds anything I load it with, and I can wade thru deep trout pools with it in my pocket if I feel like it.
I have to say, this is the most liberating gun-related experience I've ever had. It's in the 80's, today, with extreme humidity, and I was out planting stuff in the garden with the 23 in an IWB holster. I would never do that with a 1911, or a S&W revolver. I think I've gone over to the dark side, and wish I'd done so a long time ago. Just thought I'd relate this experience. I still love the looks of a good S&W revolver, or beautifully blued Hi Power, but for a long time I've viewed firearms more as an art form and suddenly I find it's easier, more practical, and even more enjoyable for me to view them purely as a tool without all the focus on fancy grips, shiney finish and all that. I know this is not revelation to many out there, but it is to me.
I'm gonna get me a few more Glocks, now. Best thing since bullets, I say.
I went looking for a new carry gun this past week. I spent a few days struggling with which gun to choose because I was concerned about how the finish would hold up to the humidity, sweat, and general wear. Last year's summer carry gun was a S&W 640, but I abandoned it because it was to small and awkward for me to shoot freqently.
I looked at several pretty guns, and finally the thought dawned on me, try a Glock. I'd never shot a Glock, and generally dislike polymer framed pistols. I've tried FN's, Walthers, S&W's, and Taurus"s, and didn't care for any of them. Well, I thought to myself, if the gun is ugly to begin with, and you don't care about the appearance, it won't matter how much sweat, crude, and abuse the thing receives. So I bought a Glock 23, and I love the thing. It's so damn utilitarian, it's hard to not love it, kind of like a can opener or a hammer. It's as accurate as any other stock autoloader I've owned, feeds anything I load it with, and I can wade thru deep trout pools with it in my pocket if I feel like it.
I have to say, this is the most liberating gun-related experience I've ever had. It's in the 80's, today, with extreme humidity, and I was out planting stuff in the garden with the 23 in an IWB holster. I would never do that with a 1911, or a S&W revolver. I think I've gone over to the dark side, and wish I'd done so a long time ago. Just thought I'd relate this experience. I still love the looks of a good S&W revolver, or beautifully blued Hi Power, but for a long time I've viewed firearms more as an art form and suddenly I find it's easier, more practical, and even more enjoyable for me to view them purely as a tool without all the focus on fancy grips, shiney finish and all that. I know this is not revelation to many out there, but it is to me.
I'm gonna get me a few more Glocks, now. Best thing since bullets, I say.