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Friday, April 24, 2015

Here is my new Glock 43


In the Great State of Texas I have a younger, smarter, more successful, taller, better looking, brother from another father and mother.  Among other things, we share a kindred taste in firearms and gun-leather. The man carries some cast-iron credentials; whenever he speaks, I listen and learn.

I am happy to say that the Glock 43 in the above photo is now mine.  It arrived at a local gun store earlier this week; since it sat unclaimed on the shelf for nearly two-days I took that as a Divine sign that it was meant to be mine.  I’ll pick it up on Tuesday of next week, subsequent to the expiration of the requisite Illinois waiting period. 

I’ll do a short review of the G 43 after I have some time to shake it down. 


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