It wasn't very pretty, but it sure was fun. One of the best reasons I can think of for shooting is to have fun. You can have my guns when you skin that big dumbass smile from my cold and ugly dead skull.
I decided on the .45 ACP to be an appropriate year ending caliber. The chosen delivery system was a pistol one year older than I am,
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.
All my shooting for this session was S L O W F I R E (five - fifteen seconds between each squeeze) and it was hard for me to maintain a decent shooting grip where my hand wasn't being munched. Anyway, the idea was to toss five-rounds into each of the six targets on the sheet (thirty-rounds total); anything from X to the six-ring is a hit, everything else is a miss. I miscounted on one string so one of the targets at thirty-feet has six holes.
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.
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