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Saturday, December 27, 2014
Yesterday was my last shooting range session for 2014
a 1951 vintage Sistema 1927. What I forgot was that it is durn near impossible for me to avoid hammer bite with this old pistol.
There was a malfunction from one of my usually failsafe Mec-Gar magazines and only when it was loaded with five-rounds, and only when I used the slide-release to chamber a round from lock-back; repeatedly the round would nosedive and jam solidly on the feed ramp. Typical of 1911 persnickety behavior, after giving that mag a timeout for a while in favor of the other mags, it returned to a state of harmony; that mag has been tagged as a potential malcontent.