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pow! pow! pow!

Tonight I'm going to get pelted in the head by 9mm shell casings. Translation: Going shooting.

Why do I love baby Glock soooo much? It's definitely my favorite. And now that my husband has a Glock of his own, we're like a couple of gun dorks. Maybe we should wear matching outfits to the range.

Also, it feels like a salad bar night. Yeah, target shooting and salad eating... perfect combination.



Aug. 2nd, 2008 12:59 am (UTC)
Oh, I asked hubby about the first time he shot his gun and he said "it was nice." I pressed for more and got "I'm not very cognizant of such things." <--[very true]

Things I remember from the first time I shot mine:
- The handle wasn't cold when you first pick it up since it's not metal.
- The slide pulled very easily compared to other guns.
- The trigger felt weird because of that extra safety piece embedded in it.*
- It feels very balanced, not top-heavy like you'd expect.

And I noticed all those same things about his 17 tonight when I shot it.

* He told me he never really noticed the little piece in the trigger, so my noticing it might because of shorter fingers (I'm pulling more towards the end of my finger than him) or because he's "not very cognizant of such things".

And if you have any interest in the disassembly or cleaning, it's super simple compared to other guns - comes apart and goes back together very easily.


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