. . . . but with all the temptations out there, it is so hard to do.
Before anyone jumps to any conclusions, no, I haven't bought a glop.
I did trade for a Kimber, though, and bought a couple of new Rugers. It has been a long time since I took a S&W revolver to a shooting session. I didn't really go out looking for a Kimber, I just sort of stumbled into it. I traded for a black rifle I didn't really want, and a few days later, traded the rifle for a Kimber I wasn't sure I really wanted. Turns out, the Kimber is a Jewel. It is an older, pre-Series II gun. Pro carry is the model, I think. It is really a sweet shooter. I shot it and a friend's Combat Commander a few weeks back, and there is no comparison. I shot it and my Series 70 from 1974 a few days later, and it is a toss-up. Seems like every time I had a few minutes for the backyard range, the Kimber went with me. I felt guilty, but the pleasure was too much to resist. Naturally, I kicked myself when I opened the safe to put it away and saw all those S&Ws silently accusing me. Then, to make matters worse, I decided I needed to sight in my new Birdshead Vaquero in .45ACP. I slipped out in the pines with herImeanit late one afternoon. The curvaceous lines of that Birdshead grip, the supple lure of that small frame . . . hey, I'm just a man, and there are some things a man just can't resist.
I wound up going back for more every day for a week. I know, I am a rank sinner. I hated myself for ignoring my first love (the S&Ws, of course), but I couldn't stay away from those new gals I mean guns.
Today I decided to do something about it. To keep myself from backsliding, I called my daughter and asked her if she would like to shoot a couple of S&W .22 revolvers. I told her I wanted to introduce her to one of my oldest friends, my K-22 from 1947. No way I could back out. We took the two old revolvers out and put them through their paces for a couple hundred rounds. I had taught my daughter to shoot with the Model 63 (no-dash), and she was familiar with it. I had her shoot the K-22 for the first time. Her only response was, "Wow!" She likes to shoot single-action, but I always have her shoot mostly double action because her carry gun is a 442. She was shooting at a 2" bull from about 8 yards for her last shots. She fired the first two rounds single-action, cutting the "X" with the second round. Then, she started shooting semi-rapid fire double action, placing three of the last four shots in the orange bull. She hadn't even realized she had gone to double action. She decided to quit with that string, and I didn't blame her.
I feel so much better for a return to at least a pretense of fidelity. I know I am weak, though, and I will sin again. Anyhow, I have a Flattop Blackhawk Convertible I haven't really become acquainted with.
I won't really hit the depths of a sinner's despair, though, until I commit the unpardonable sin, that being consorting with a glop.
Two "Old Faithfuls"
Various temptresses . . .
Before anyone jumps to any conclusions, no, I haven't bought a glop.
I did trade for a Kimber, though, and bought a couple of new Rugers. It has been a long time since I took a S&W revolver to a shooting session. I didn't really go out looking for a Kimber, I just sort of stumbled into it. I traded for a black rifle I didn't really want, and a few days later, traded the rifle for a Kimber I wasn't sure I really wanted. Turns out, the Kimber is a Jewel. It is an older, pre-Series II gun. Pro carry is the model, I think. It is really a sweet shooter. I shot it and a friend's Combat Commander a few weeks back, and there is no comparison. I shot it and my Series 70 from 1974 a few days later, and it is a toss-up. Seems like every time I had a few minutes for the backyard range, the Kimber went with me. I felt guilty, but the pleasure was too much to resist. Naturally, I kicked myself when I opened the safe to put it away and saw all those S&Ws silently accusing me. Then, to make matters worse, I decided I needed to sight in my new Birdshead Vaquero in .45ACP. I slipped out in the pines with herImeanit late one afternoon. The curvaceous lines of that Birdshead grip, the supple lure of that small frame . . . hey, I'm just a man, and there are some things a man just can't resist.
I wound up going back for more every day for a week. I know, I am a rank sinner. I hated myself for ignoring my first love (the S&Ws, of course), but I couldn't stay away from those new gals I mean guns.Today I decided to do something about it. To keep myself from backsliding, I called my daughter and asked her if she would like to shoot a couple of S&W .22 revolvers. I told her I wanted to introduce her to one of my oldest friends, my K-22 from 1947. No way I could back out. We took the two old revolvers out and put them through their paces for a couple hundred rounds. I had taught my daughter to shoot with the Model 63 (no-dash), and she was familiar with it. I had her shoot the K-22 for the first time. Her only response was, "Wow!" She likes to shoot single-action, but I always have her shoot mostly double action because her carry gun is a 442. She was shooting at a 2" bull from about 8 yards for her last shots. She fired the first two rounds single-action, cutting the "X" with the second round. Then, she started shooting semi-rapid fire double action, placing three of the last four shots in the orange bull. She hadn't even realized she had gone to double action. She decided to quit with that string, and I didn't blame her.
I feel so much better for a return to at least a pretense of fidelity. I know I am weak, though, and I will sin again. Anyhow, I have a Flattop Blackhawk Convertible I haven't really become acquainted with.
I won't really hit the depths of a sinner's despair, though, until I commit the unpardonable sin, that being consorting with a glop.
Two "Old Faithfuls"
Various temptresses . . .
Some things you confess,some you don't! 
