I was taken aback when Mr. Fancy Schmancy shouted "A pox on both your houses!" as I was unaware that he knew of my summer home. Founding member of the Hogtown Irregulars, and former indentured short order cook still on the run. Professional Zamboni racer and bronze medal recipient in the 2010 All-Miami Outdoor Zamboni Championships.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Lucky Shots
Okay so I had 8 rounds left. Federal HST, .40 caliber. 180 grains. Chronographed @ 1005 fps from my Glock 27. We'd been shooting a while, and I realized I had one target that wasn't made holy yet, so I hooked it up and cranked it back to 25 yards. First shot was the one below the X, so I adjusted and of course went high and left. Now, that's an inch and a half. I can't shoot that small a group at that distance, and neither can a G-27 with a 3.5" barrel, so they were lucky shots, with all the stars aligned just so. Give a high-5 to the ammo because it was dead-on all day.
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Lucky or not...I still wouldn't want to be on the receivin end in a gun fight with ya....good shootin pard...
Thanks, Cookie. I'm average for my experience, and know that I'm not as fast as years back, or else I'd be carrying a mouse gun and just spraying tons of .32's hither and yon. The chances of getting in a gun fight in Gainesville Fl. are slim, but experience does funny things to people. Once something has happened before, a zillion times or so, there's a direct imprative to stay sharp.
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