It started like this - my wife has a Smith 642 and I have a P-3AT for hot weather carry (i.e. all the time here in Phoenix). Wifey decides that she wants a super slim carry piece for the binder she carries around all day (she's a Realtor) because she won't be carrying her purse. So much to my annoyance, she gives me the 642 and takes my cute little chrome over blue P-3AT and announces that I'll just have to make do. "Take the P32" she added, I didn't tell her to take the P32, marriage being the delicate balance that it is.
So I start wearing shorts with roomier pockets, get used to the slightly bulkier 642 and shazam! - Suddenly all those nightmares about .380ACP bouncing off leather jackets just disappear, now I feel like I have a gun with genuine stopping power.
I picked up a cheap pocket holster, some 135 grain +P Gold Dots, and I'm just as happy as a Clam.
Thought I'd share an insight into the kind of tough gun trading that goes on in a marriage where you both carry.
So I start wearing shorts with roomier pockets, get used to the slightly bulkier 642 and shazam! - Suddenly all those nightmares about .380ACP bouncing off leather jackets just disappear, now I feel like I have a gun with genuine stopping power.
I picked up a cheap pocket holster, some 135 grain +P Gold Dots, and I'm just as happy as a Clam.
Thought I'd share an insight into the kind of tough gun trading that goes on in a marriage where you both carry.
