Bangity Range Bang Trip Bang

The gun:

The target (30') after the first two clips (14 rounds) from this gun.

I have to stop and tell you about the excuse for the 8 ring hit. I always count my shots when I'm shooting at the range. This was one of those few times that I lost track. I was looking over the top of the gun to see if the slide was back at the same time I squeezed off the shot.

Why did I lose track of counting the shots? I was giggling at how #&!%@ fun this Colt was to shoot!

I shot up the target with the rest of the .45 that I brought. More holes outside the 9 ring because I was distracted completely by the delight I was having with the gun. My wife just to my left was still aiming downrange but her head was turned toward me with an odd look on her face because of my giggling. I had no breath control at all. I wasn't taking time to aim. I was just having fun.

But I needed this. I needed the stress relief. I needed to shoot the hell out of something. Just pull a trigger with wild abandon and giggle about this amazing gun.

My Colt. Defender. Rocks!

The only negative for the night? I purchased a spare mag for my little pocket gun (Bobcat) and it failed to chamber rounds. When I would drop the slide it would dent up a round. The small holes on the shoulder of the target was the single good mag. It chambered rounds as fast as I could pull the trigger.

The bad magazine was only a little negative blip in the evening. The Colt was phenomenal!



(No rangemasters were harmed in the making of this evening of delight, just a consumed Winchester white box and a splat target - I hear they like that kinda thing anyway.)
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