My experience with the Escort was a little intense. Back when I was a kid our church used to have a father/son canoe trip every spring in northern Michigan. It was common for us to bring guns along, and we enjoyed some plinking and target shooting in the late afternoons after we got off the river. One year the pastor, who happened to be a reserve Detroit Police Officer, brought up his new Escort and turned us boys loose with it. I don't know how much it got shot before my turn came, but sometime during the first magazine the gun blew up. I didn't get hurt, but I was sure it was somehow my fault. The pastor took it in stride, and explained that the gun was probably made of "pot metal" and wasn't made to last. I never did find out if he tried to get it repaired. That was the first and last time I shot the Escort.
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