Saturday, December 27, 2014

Yesterday was my last shooting range session for 2014


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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