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Discussion in 'Sidewinders Bar & Grille' started by Tone Deaf, Jul 4, 2021.
soon youll need to build upwards...
Hank Pym built my garage.
You are tooo funny!!! I hate it too…..
I live in the doofus subdivision……
I sold my G21 and got a G30SF because I wanted a .45 ACP as my EDC. It's a hand cannon. Took a little "gettin' used to".
Also, I should've hung on to the G21...
My wife has a Kimber 1911 Ultra Carry also chambered in .45 ACP. It is very easy to shoot. Not sure why it's more comfortable than my G30.
Old-fashioned weapons were designed to be more ergonomic. Except, of course, when they weren't...
God Bless America
Frankly, that's one of the things that disturbs me about America - that I've been in so many dangerous places just trying to make a living and have some fun playing my music that I found it necessary to carry. Also, run-ins with corrupt cops went a long way toward making that decision.
i had some crazy situations in atlanta and in the florida panhandle.
im in a place now where i hear gunshots around me all the time, and i feel very safe.
Recoil is stout but manageable. It’s not something you would shoot all day for fun. The mag extension makes a big difference. Here she is with her big sister.
I had a Glock .45 once. It usually ejected straight back. I even caught a hot casing behind my glasses one time, against a lower lid. I’m sure it could have been adjusted, but I developed a flinch with it that was never going to go away, so I traded it for a 1911.
I love my Kimber Ultra. It’s a dream.
I feel about as safe one place as another. I had a scenario up in a fairly isolated area of Southeastern Kentucky, where I'm from, where a couple of jackasses tried to run my wife and me off the road - until they saw the gun come up into the driver's window where I could get a clear shot at the driver, then they decided to move on up the road in a hurry.
There was the one night in a little gas station and the redneck POS that decided he wanted to beat on me 'cause he didn't like the length of my hair, which I wore shoulder-length at the time. Wrong night for a bad idea in the best of times - looking down the barrel of that big old .45, you never in your life saw a man change his mind so fast.
The sheriff of a neighboring county didn't like me objecting to the way his County Mounties did things and advised (by mail, no less) that if I didn't like it, I could stay out of "his county".
Yeah, no, that's not how things work. I'm *peaceful*, if people will let me be, but not a pacifist. Somebody wants to get suicidally stupid, it's on them.
I think my sister's last dog was pretty much deaf, and when fireworks would go off, the dog would bark and wanted to run towards the sound, rather excited. Never saw that in a dog. The previous one would run into the closet.
When my canoe capsized I was lucky to save my life but all my guns were lost forever in the strong current.
It’s posted in the Sidewinders section which is intended for non guitar talk.
I have experienced this too, once. Then I decided wearing a hat was in my best interest.
I like to make holes in paper, precisely where I intend them to be. Ideally, the goal is to make one hole and have everything that follows pass through it. Many projectiles, one hole. I like doing it with arrows, bullets, even knives (from a distance). It requires tremendous focus, concentration, of nothingness, and practice. I can't use a bow anymore, and throwing knives demands a bit more than this body can give.
I have little interest in taking life. I don't hunt. But, following a racist creep wanting spouse and I to be no longer among the breathing, I'd not hesitate to respond with violence should the circumstance require it.
It was my local DA, and the jail personnel where mr. douchebag spent his all too short sentence, and a detective, all of whom suggested I take up a thing called "Defensive Handgun Training." They even connected me with a trainer.
Thus I became an armed pacifist.