Just got an understanding of why Massad Ayyob is 45 crazy,
Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 12:21 pm
I had shot a 9mm about sixteen or so years ago and had loved the experience. But all the while I kept reading the combat shooting experts extolling the virtue of the .45. Heck yeah the 1911 looked nice and I realised yup that's what 'the ghost who walks' uses and let it lie thinking that it was a great piece of marketing etc.
Actually, all along I was intimidated, worried that the pistol would probably dent my forehead during recoil. Being in Delhi has its pluses though, you find a friend who has a .45 pistol and yes sir! it is no less than a pure 1911 colt. And so you get lucky enough to meet up at the 25m pistol range on a great Delhi winter afternoon.
While I was pretty content blasting Ollie's 32 S&W long cartridge, our friend big gun continues to load three magazines of phirang ammo. Now this shit was expensive it was a hundred bucks a pop and so I thought we'll shoot one bullet each and even that seemed real generous.
But by golly no, the big guy had one magazine per chap accounted for. By nature I am pretty cautious (actually bordering on yellow) and so I waited for someone to pick it up while I plonked off a few .32 rounds (pretty good feeling, nice blast but no risk off barrel jumping up to kiss the forehead), I squeeze the trigger and I feel a shockwave from my right side. Damn! I lower the revolver to look and Big GUN is going almost rapid fire with the .45.
It looked like so much fun, that I got over my fear and after a do's and dont's session I was looking down the front sight of this legendary firearm. After a brief prayer to the front sight not to smack me on the cranium, I squeeze the trigger and boom, a slight rise of the barrel and one is back to point of aim in a few seconds. I get selfish and crazy and knock off the whole magazine.
We go and check the target and at 25m, I am amazed to find that all 7 hit the target and not only that the score was pretty decent. I grin and find that my forehead is still glued to the skull and not a dent to worry about.
I am blown man, these gun lore writers really know what they talk about. This be one man gun that's for sure. Next goes NM and then Ollie who take great delight in churning out tight groups with the 1911. Big Gun glows, watching over us like a proud Dad whose kids did good.
It was one helluva experience and I can just understand how lucky all those who can get a license for a .45 are. I really would love to own one of these pistolas but for now I'm glad that I have a friend who helped me to develop an appreciation for the classic side arm.
Dev
Actually, all along I was intimidated, worried that the pistol would probably dent my forehead during recoil. Being in Delhi has its pluses though, you find a friend who has a .45 pistol and yes sir! it is no less than a pure 1911 colt. And so you get lucky enough to meet up at the 25m pistol range on a great Delhi winter afternoon.
While I was pretty content blasting Ollie's 32 S&W long cartridge, our friend big gun continues to load three magazines of phirang ammo. Now this shit was expensive it was a hundred bucks a pop and so I thought we'll shoot one bullet each and even that seemed real generous.
But by golly no, the big guy had one magazine per chap accounted for. By nature I am pretty cautious (actually bordering on yellow) and so I waited for someone to pick it up while I plonked off a few .32 rounds (pretty good feeling, nice blast but no risk off barrel jumping up to kiss the forehead), I squeeze the trigger and I feel a shockwave from my right side. Damn! I lower the revolver to look and Big GUN is going almost rapid fire with the .45.
It looked like so much fun, that I got over my fear and after a do's and dont's session I was looking down the front sight of this legendary firearm. After a brief prayer to the front sight not to smack me on the cranium, I squeeze the trigger and boom, a slight rise of the barrel and one is back to point of aim in a few seconds. I get selfish and crazy and knock off the whole magazine.
We go and check the target and at 25m, I am amazed to find that all 7 hit the target and not only that the score was pretty decent. I grin and find that my forehead is still glued to the skull and not a dent to worry about.
I am blown man, these gun lore writers really know what they talk about. This be one man gun that's for sure. Next goes NM and then Ollie who take great delight in churning out tight groups with the 1911. Big Gun glows, watching over us like a proud Dad whose kids did good.
It was one helluva experience and I can just understand how lucky all those who can get a license for a .45 are. I really would love to own one of these pistolas but for now I'm glad that I have a friend who helped me to develop an appreciation for the classic side arm.
Dev
But at least I have nicotine deprivation to blame... hmm.... would have been a small consolation (if any) actually....