Subtitle: If You Can't Be With The One You Love, Love The One You're With
I went to the little gun shop where I get a GREAT deal on guns to order the gun that I want.
I hadn't decided exactly what I wanted. I had a few details to select. So I asked my buddy behind the counter what he would pick. He let me know his selection and told me his choices were because that was exactly one of the guns that he owns. I respect his opinion a great deal, so I ordered a twin of his gun.
The shop will get it in... sometime. It is back-ordered, but would be likely arriving long before the first 1911 that I had on order a while back. I don't have to tell my readers about the feelings of anticipation when you have a gun on order.
After some mouse wiggling and icon clicking, he walked out from behind the counter and straight out of the shop. He pulled something from his car. Walked back into the shop with his gun, unloaded it, handed it to me and instructed me to take it out and shoot it sometime in the next couple of weeks. Dude!
Cool. I get to play almost right away.
Wednesday night I will take this beauty out to the range and get the lead out. It has rubber grips and I can decide if I want to order a pair.
The gun is a done deal. Just a matter of time to get it in. But if I were on the fence and didn't know if this gun "fit my hand" (in all senses of the phrase) I can't think of a better way to get acquainted.
I'll owe my buddy.