I’ve always loved a modern aesthetic, but I still appreciate classic design, especially when it comes to guns.
The M1A has always been one of those classic guns that have always had my attention.
Not enough to make it a priority purchase but enough that it would stay with me for a few weeks when I remembered it.
However, after the very first time I shot it, I knew I had been depriving myself of one of the most beautifully visceral shooting experiences one can experience with a rifle.
This experience is akin to driving a muscle car, where being unrefined is a good thing.
Between the looks, the smell, the sound, and how they drive muscle cars overload you with sensations, and the Springfield M1A does the same thing, and I love it.
The M1A has always been one of those classic guns that have always had my attention.
Not enough to make it a priority purchase but enough that it would stay with me for a few weeks when I remembered it.
However, after the very first time I shot it, I knew I had been depriving myself of one of the most beautifully visceral shooting experiences one can experience with a rifle.
This experience is akin to driving a muscle car, where being unrefined is a good thing.
Between the looks, the smell, the sound, and how they drive muscle cars overload you with sensations, and the Springfield M1A does the same thing, and I love it.
Comment