Low Budget Shooter
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Dear THR Revolverers,
For years I've been faithfully married to my .22lr and .38 Special revolvers. We've plinked together, we've shot a few matches together, and I have faithfully carried them day in and day out.
But a while back my eyes began to wander. I noticed a gun that was younger and slimmer than my Colt, C/A, and S&W's. For a while I was able to divert my gaze. Then I started to look, but didn't touch.
One day recently, however, I stopped by a pawn shop I had never visited before. It was a really nice place, and right there in the display case was the used Kel-Tec P-32 I had been thinking about. It was for sale at a very good price, had an extra mag, and even came with a partial box of ammo. I swallowed hard. I looked both ways and over my shoulder to make sure my brother and the spirit of my departed father were not looking. Then, making sure my revolvers were securely tucked away where they couldn't see what I was doing, I laid down my money and walked out with a plastic semi-automatic pistol.
Out in the car, I was almost overcome with remorse. I opened the glove box and flung the plastic thing in, slamming it closed. My breathing became hard. I broke out in a sweat. But as if I had x-ray vision, I could see the cute little pistol right through the glove box door. In a rush, I grabbed the gun and began loading the eensie wheensie rounds of toy ammo into the magazines. I chambered a round and topped off the magazine. And then, I, I, I . . .
How can I say this right in front of you guys. What will Old Fuff think? I've gotta get this out in the open, so here goes: I put it in my pocket! There, I said it.
It's been a week now, and I've felt guilty the whole time. I've been like MacBeth's wife, compulsively trying to wash the plastic residue off my hands. But it's still in my pocket! It just disappears in there. No lump! And it draws so smoothly. And it holds 8 rounds!
What am I to do? I feel deeply remorseful, but I can't seem to stop.
Well, thanks for letting me unload on you guys. I hope someone, maybe someone else who has strayed, can tell me something that will calm my guilty conscience.
LBS
For years I've been faithfully married to my .22lr and .38 Special revolvers. We've plinked together, we've shot a few matches together, and I have faithfully carried them day in and day out.
But a while back my eyes began to wander. I noticed a gun that was younger and slimmer than my Colt, C/A, and S&W's. For a while I was able to divert my gaze. Then I started to look, but didn't touch.
One day recently, however, I stopped by a pawn shop I had never visited before. It was a really nice place, and right there in the display case was the used Kel-Tec P-32 I had been thinking about. It was for sale at a very good price, had an extra mag, and even came with a partial box of ammo. I swallowed hard. I looked both ways and over my shoulder to make sure my brother and the spirit of my departed father were not looking. Then, making sure my revolvers were securely tucked away where they couldn't see what I was doing, I laid down my money and walked out with a plastic semi-automatic pistol.
Out in the car, I was almost overcome with remorse. I opened the glove box and flung the plastic thing in, slamming it closed. My breathing became hard. I broke out in a sweat. But as if I had x-ray vision, I could see the cute little pistol right through the glove box door. In a rush, I grabbed the gun and began loading the eensie wheensie rounds of toy ammo into the magazines. I chambered a round and topped off the magazine. And then, I, I, I . . .
How can I say this right in front of you guys. What will Old Fuff think? I've gotta get this out in the open, so here goes: I put it in my pocket! There, I said it.
It's been a week now, and I've felt guilty the whole time. I've been like MacBeth's wife, compulsively trying to wash the plastic residue off my hands. But it's still in my pocket! It just disappears in there. No lump! And it draws so smoothly. And it holds 8 rounds!
What am I to do? I feel deeply remorseful, but I can't seem to stop.
Well, thanks for letting me unload on you guys. I hope someone, maybe someone else who has strayed, can tell me something that will calm my guilty conscience.
LBS
