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So yesterday I went to the range. Was planning a short, light session so I only brought my Ruger MkII and Beretta 92fs. Also wanted to rent a Glock 19. Don't ask me why - was never particularly attracted to Glocks, and most of my previous experiences with rental Glocks were pretty meh. I remember renting a G17 way back in the day - like right around the time I first started shooting guns. I wanted to see what the Glock hype was all about, and I have to say thaty first experience with a G17 made me dislike them from that day. It seemed like a fierce-recoiling gun, because the only other gun I owned at the time was the all-steel CZ-75b. I'm sure my perception was mainly due toy inexperience in shooting handguns in general.
Fast forward to yesterday. For the last few weeks, the simple, no nonsense lines of the G19 were calling to me. I'm a fan of the rugged simplicity of Soviet firearms like the Mosin-Nagant, SKS, AK, and Makarov pistol. Few parts, rugged construction, extreme durability, and reliability par excellence. Sure, Soviet weapons were mostly ugly, utilitarian pieces, but enemies can be killed just as dead with a $300 SKS as with a $75,000 double rifle.
So why shouldn't I like a Glock? It's all that and more, in a modern, lightweight package.
So here I go renting the Glock. I admit that my initial bias against lightweight, heavy-recoiling guns is jangling in the back of my mind. To warm up, I put a few magazines through the Ruger, then ramp up to the Beretta. For some reason, the Beretta has never been good to me. I know it's an excellent gun and a good design, but it's a gun that I've always had to work hard with to get it to hit where I want it to. So, after a couple of mags through the Beretta, I'm loading up the Glock.
I bring it up on target - whoops! I'm aiming at the ceiling. Okay - I guess I can eventually get used to the grip angle. So, on target, breathe, relax, squeeze - BANG! A nice hole appears in the center of my silhouette target. That recoil wasn't too bad! BAnGbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbang. A nice, neat little grouping near the center of the target. No cloverleaf, of course, as I'm not a grreat (or even particularly good) shot, but I'm easantly surprised by how easy this gun is to shoot. Moreover, it shot well for me and we just barely got acquainted! Not bad. I'm looking down at this dirty-as-hell range rental and thinking, "I think I like this gun!"
A few more mags through the Glock, and I'm looking down at the huge honking Beretta, with its backward safety lever, and thick slide, placed next to the slim, trim, svelte, no nonsense Glock. Sure, it's still ugly, but dammit, what a nice shooting gun! I already got my bling pimp-pistol, a chrome 1911 in .38 super, but now I'm attracted to this Toyota Corolla of a gun. Not frilly, not fancy, certainly no nonsense, and just a good, reliable piece of machinery that goes and goes and goes.
So needless to say, I'll probably be looking for a new G19 in the coming weeks. (I may also "divorce" that troublesome b*tch of a gun, the Beretta, which hasn't treated me well since I got it)!
Fast forward to yesterday. For the last few weeks, the simple, no nonsense lines of the G19 were calling to me. I'm a fan of the rugged simplicity of Soviet firearms like the Mosin-Nagant, SKS, AK, and Makarov pistol. Few parts, rugged construction, extreme durability, and reliability par excellence. Sure, Soviet weapons were mostly ugly, utilitarian pieces, but enemies can be killed just as dead with a $300 SKS as with a $75,000 double rifle.
So why shouldn't I like a Glock? It's all that and more, in a modern, lightweight package.
So here I go renting the Glock. I admit that my initial bias against lightweight, heavy-recoiling guns is jangling in the back of my mind. To warm up, I put a few magazines through the Ruger, then ramp up to the Beretta. For some reason, the Beretta has never been good to me. I know it's an excellent gun and a good design, but it's a gun that I've always had to work hard with to get it to hit where I want it to. So, after a couple of mags through the Beretta, I'm loading up the Glock.
I bring it up on target - whoops! I'm aiming at the ceiling. Okay - I guess I can eventually get used to the grip angle. So, on target, breathe, relax, squeeze - BANG! A nice hole appears in the center of my silhouette target. That recoil wasn't too bad! BAnGbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbang. A nice, neat little grouping near the center of the target. No cloverleaf, of course, as I'm not a grreat (or even particularly good) shot, but I'm easantly surprised by how easy this gun is to shoot. Moreover, it shot well for me and we just barely got acquainted! Not bad. I'm looking down at this dirty-as-hell range rental and thinking, "I think I like this gun!"
A few more mags through the Glock, and I'm looking down at the huge honking Beretta, with its backward safety lever, and thick slide, placed next to the slim, trim, svelte, no nonsense Glock. Sure, it's still ugly, but dammit, what a nice shooting gun! I already got my bling pimp-pistol, a chrome 1911 in .38 super, but now I'm attracted to this Toyota Corolla of a gun. Not frilly, not fancy, certainly no nonsense, and just a good, reliable piece of machinery that goes and goes and goes.
So needless to say, I'll probably be looking for a new G19 in the coming weeks. (I may also "divorce" that troublesome b*tch of a gun, the Beretta, which hasn't treated me well since I got it)!
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