I was minding my own business, hardly a care in the world this afternoon when I left work. A beautious day, 87 degrees, blue skies. moderate humidity and my Explorer was running flawlessly (as usual).
A bit of downtown traffic as I left the Courthouse, but nothing out of the ordinary. After a minor delay I hopped on the interstate and headed west.
Got off a few miles past my usual exit so I could gas up. About seventeen gallons later and $43 lighter I exited the pumps and headed - no - not east - not back to the homestead.
No, no; I headed west, due west where a young man's fancy and a senior citizen's yearning for a new pistol awaited me. I had both - the fancy, the yearning... and some cash.
This was not unexpected. I felt it stirring for the last two weeks - sloooowly mounting like a a warm, seething tsunami of liberty. It overcame my natural resistance to large purchases while I was at the pumps. Slamming gasoline into my 16 mpg guzzler was also a manifestation of freedom; I drive the Explorer because I really like it, it suits me and even if it's almost eight years old I still enjoy the crap out of it. I almost didn't need to steer it. It headed west as if it knew.
Seven minutes later I was pulling into my buddy's gun shop. Tim is a retired cop who opened up a gun shop about twenty years ago. I already knew what I wanted - a S&W Bodyguard in .380. Of course he had just what I wanted plus lots of ammo and an inside-the-pocket holster. The holster is a perfect fit, just tight enough to contain the pistol and loose enough so that it doesn't follow the gun when you withdraw it.
I wanted a smaller, "summer" concealed handgun like I used to carry before I retired. Back then I carried a Beretta Jet Fire .25 cal as a belly gun when I was in shorts and tees. It was the most inaccurate handgun I ever fired but I couldn't afford better. This time I wanted something better and this time, thank the Lord, I was able to afford it.
I didn't buy this on a whim. I researched about ten different pistols in .380 and liked what I read about the S&W. For the price (Tim gave me his usual discount) I couldn't resist it. When freedom strikes you gotta go with it.
A bit of downtown traffic as I left the Courthouse, but nothing out of the ordinary. After a minor delay I hopped on the interstate and headed west.
Got off a few miles past my usual exit so I could gas up. About seventeen gallons later and $43 lighter I exited the pumps and headed - no - not east - not back to the homestead.
No, no; I headed west, due west where a young man's fancy and a senior citizen's yearning for a new pistol awaited me. I had both - the fancy, the yearning... and some cash.
This was not unexpected. I felt it stirring for the last two weeks - sloooowly mounting like a a warm, seething tsunami of liberty. It overcame my natural resistance to large purchases while I was at the pumps. Slamming gasoline into my 16 mpg guzzler was also a manifestation of freedom; I drive the Explorer because I really like it, it suits me and even if it's almost eight years old I still enjoy the crap out of it. I almost didn't need to steer it. It headed west as if it knew.
Seven minutes later I was pulling into my buddy's gun shop. Tim is a retired cop who opened up a gun shop about twenty years ago. I already knew what I wanted - a S&W Bodyguard in .380. Of course he had just what I wanted plus lots of ammo and an inside-the-pocket holster. The holster is a perfect fit, just tight enough to contain the pistol and loose enough so that it doesn't follow the gun when you withdraw it.
I didn't buy this on a whim. I researched about ten different pistols in .380 and liked what I read about the S&W. For the price (Tim gave me his usual discount) I couldn't resist it. When freedom strikes you gotta go with it.
8 comments:
Goo Luck with it Sig.
I'm surprised that you didn't buy a Sig...
No concealed carry permits here in the Land of Lincoln, Sig. Cross the border into Illinois with that unit, and hit the streets of Chicago, Rahm Emanual's boys will throw your pasty butt into the slammer faster than a bottle of Scotch disappears on the Kennedy compound.
LL - didn't have one in .380 at the shop. Besides, a sig carrying a Sig may be just a bit too much...
Fredd - you worried me for a sec, I thought you said "tasty" butt.
A .380? No problems. A few years ago I would have laughed, mostly. Just use good selfdefense rounds and I don't think you can go wrong. I'd actually buy one myself, but they really are far too tiny. My friend has had a number of smaller .25, .32, .380, and .22's. I have sort of fallen in love with the little critters, but I can't really shoot them well. Now that price and availability is back. For a couple of years he couldn't even find them. Then he could but they were... what... $30-$45 a box (of 50)? Nasty.
Tasty butt? No guy's butt could and in all my experience, no woman's butt has tempted my taste buds. Yeah. As different as I am, I have become more old fashioned than Moses or Abraham, even after they came to know and abide God. Misreading can be great, so long as it was a misread. :p I'll be chuckling about that for at least a day.
I have mine on my nightstand as I type. It's a nice little gun. I have it loaded with Hornady Critical Defense rounds. My good friend works at the company that makes the laser site insert. He brought home a prototype frame when they were first in prototyping. I put a few boxes through it and didnt have any issues :) Enjoy it!
I'm happy with my Sig and Hornady Critical Defense rounds. Enjoy!
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