Old Dog
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The end of living a lie: Finally realizing the hypocrisy of being a 1911 aficionado while owning Glocks, I sold my last remaining BPP (black plastic pistol) – my trusty G-23 (with the plug and aftermarket Trijicons). No regrets. What a liberating feeling to know that I’ll:
- Never again have to endure the ridicule of my fellow 1911-loving shooting dinosaur buddies when I whip out my Tupperware at the range …
- Never again have to swallow my pride and admit ignoring common sense and having payed five times retail price for thirteen round magazines of dubious heritage …
- Never again try to manage that bizarre trigger pull that feels like snapping a toothpick in half …
- Never again wonder about the efficacy of carrying a pistol that really doesn’t (don’t give me that “safe action†crap) have a safety device …
- Never again wonder if the myth of the KB (ka-boom) isn’t really a myth (sorry, Dean) …
Looking back, it seems as though taking my Glock to the range, or carrying it, was sort of like sneaking out to meet Rosie O’Donnell for a night of amour, leaving Halle Berry at home.
Of course, I rationalized my ownership of Glocks by pretending that, because of the … um, slightly moist climate up here in the Pacific Northwest, I was really protecting my “good handguns†from the elements. But why was I occasionally carrying a pistol that deep down inside, I hated? And couldn’t shoot nearly as well as I could shoot my 1911s (and even my DA/SA semiautos)? The Glocks … ahh … yes, they’re eminently reliable and probably could survive a blast from a nearby nuclear detonation, or a hundred years buried under the polar ice cap … but as far as aesthetic appeal, or any redeeming qualities engendering pride of ownership, well, nada.
Since following the white light back, I’ve re-discovered the joys of revolver shooting (is there anything nicer than the buttery smooth trigger of a forty-year old Smith and Wesson?). Is there a cooler looking pistol than the CZ-75? And why does ammo for my wife’s mousegun cost so dang much? My 1911s are much happier, and positively seem to glow with pride when I open the gunsafe … Life is good.
* Disclaimer * None of the above is intended to be disrespectful of the Glock istol or should be construed as a “flame†to owners of said BPPs.
- Never again have to endure the ridicule of my fellow 1911-loving shooting dinosaur buddies when I whip out my Tupperware at the range …
- Never again have to swallow my pride and admit ignoring common sense and having payed five times retail price for thirteen round magazines of dubious heritage …
- Never again try to manage that bizarre trigger pull that feels like snapping a toothpick in half …
- Never again wonder about the efficacy of carrying a pistol that really doesn’t (don’t give me that “safe action†crap) have a safety device …
- Never again wonder if the myth of the KB (ka-boom) isn’t really a myth (sorry, Dean) …
Looking back, it seems as though taking my Glock to the range, or carrying it, was sort of like sneaking out to meet Rosie O’Donnell for a night of amour, leaving Halle Berry at home.
Of course, I rationalized my ownership of Glocks by pretending that, because of the … um, slightly moist climate up here in the Pacific Northwest, I was really protecting my “good handguns†from the elements. But why was I occasionally carrying a pistol that deep down inside, I hated? And couldn’t shoot nearly as well as I could shoot my 1911s (and even my DA/SA semiautos)? The Glocks … ahh … yes, they’re eminently reliable and probably could survive a blast from a nearby nuclear detonation, or a hundred years buried under the polar ice cap … but as far as aesthetic appeal, or any redeeming qualities engendering pride of ownership, well, nada.
Since following the white light back, I’ve re-discovered the joys of revolver shooting (is there anything nicer than the buttery smooth trigger of a forty-year old Smith and Wesson?). Is there a cooler looking pistol than the CZ-75? And why does ammo for my wife’s mousegun cost so dang much? My 1911s are much happier, and positively seem to glow with pride when I open the gunsafe … Life is good.
* Disclaimer * None of the above is intended to be disrespectful of the Glock istol or should be construed as a “flame†to owners of said BPPs.