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- Aaaaaadmontin AB
How do you measure the milestones of your life? For some of us our old cars or pics of them may bring back fond memories. Old music is a good one. For other guys it's dogs that have shared our trails and I can see all of those as being excellent sign posts and milestones in life. It's said somewhere that the human body totally and completely regenerates itself every seven years; and if that's true it means we are completely different people now than we were seven years ago.
Thirty years ago the guy that bought this gun was a goofy, happy kid who had just successfully survived a shotgun marriage and an unplanned pregnancy. His Grandmother was one of those regal queens that have since given way to the tattooed, pierced and floozy mockeries of women we have today. She always smelled like fine leather and perfume, she was always made up, and she dressed in the tailored fashions and resembled a respectable version of Mallory Archer. She was also our self appointed, ruthless financial consultant and one of the rules she made us adopt as a young couple was that we always, always save. It didn't matter how much, but you have to save something. It didn't matter if it killed you...you HAD to meet your savings goals and you HAD to live within your budget. When this tired old soldier showed up at the gun shop I almost lost it because I was $25.00 short of the price. (425.00 was a kings ransom back when we were challenged by making rent and buying diapers). It was the first of many times my wife proved how deep her love was for me - and waived our budget for that month. It's an old used Auto Ordnace that shot like a house afire. Not bad for a dumb arse kid with a new family, a crappy dead end job, and turd for brains eh?
It shot well for years but the Auto Ordnance finally died. It had been bought used, refinished twice, and when a barrel bushing had cracked and was replaced, it never shot the same again. It's a paperweight now, I suppose...and all I needed was the time to actually get out and buy a new one but time was a precious commodity now... and hitting the gun shop was a trick - never mind getting in range time. I was no longer a goofy kid working for peanuts and spending down time on the range. I was caught smack dab between my crew, my manager, and the CEO of the company. They were all good folks but when ya got em all together their IQ's dived and they couldn't find their collective arse with both hands! One day at a meeting I blew my stack, got up and left. My manager went with me and was trying to talk me out of turning in my notice ... and we ended up at P&D. Instantly I calmed down and started some therapeutic browsing. I bought the Heckle & Cack on impulse; I told my daffy boss I was going to shoot him with it as soon as the paperwork cleared. He bought a Sig P220 and told me he would give me a home lobotomy with it if I tried. (Ya gotta respect a man's right to self defence, dontchya?) Eventually the inbred cretins in our senior management ran the company into the dirt. I bailed out and hired on in a sales management position at another company...but the boss went down with the ship and got the punt when the company closed its doors for good. He drives a truck now and loves it. The dummy sold the P220 though so he is still the same idiot today that he was 7 years ago...but he's doing alright.
Don't get me wrong. I love H&K. I know there are haters and some are legit, but my HK USP Tactical .45 shot like a champ. I still have it too, and I am trying to gather up the gumption to throw it on the EE. Or maybe not...bargaining with you guys here is a PITA and sometimes any excuse to keep an old friend around is a good one...but I got the hankering for another honest to gawd 1911 .45.
I had bought one of those M1A Loaded match rifles from the boys at Prophet River a year back. Ever shoot one of those? All I can say is WOW. What a sweetheart. Sure, most bolties and snipers will wipe the matt with the M1A for accuracy...but it comes at the cost of romance, nostalgia and character. The M1A has soul, and it shoots as good off your hind feet as it does off the bench! Mine goes 1.5 MOA off the bench, and will do it in winds and snow if I do my part. What more do you need? So when life slowed down a bit I figured I would see if the guys at Springfield Armoury could do the same thing in a pistol - but apparently the locals around here can't get SA easily and had no interest in trying so I went back to Clayton and Tanner at Prophet River for the pistol too! They had to hustle, shuck and jive but they got me this gun when nobody else could - a Springfield Armoury Trophy Match pistol. It's just the ticket for the old fart and is a fine reward for a fella that has somehow managed to dodge Murphy and Darwin for half a lifetime! I have a little more time now and once in awhile, I can even sneak out for time with the pistols now and then. As that gun slinging Texan on Youtube says...'Life is good!'
So I guess if my turd brained ex-boss is the same idiot he was 7 years ago... then I must be the same idiot I was 30 years ago! I think that makes me the winner, for as Red Green says, ya can't stay young but you can always stay immature!'
Sorry for the novel, range report to follow soon. I just have some places to go and people to be first...!
Thirty years ago the guy that bought this gun was a goofy, happy kid who had just successfully survived a shotgun marriage and an unplanned pregnancy. His Grandmother was one of those regal queens that have since given way to the tattooed, pierced and floozy mockeries of women we have today. She always smelled like fine leather and perfume, she was always made up, and she dressed in the tailored fashions and resembled a respectable version of Mallory Archer. She was also our self appointed, ruthless financial consultant and one of the rules she made us adopt as a young couple was that we always, always save. It didn't matter how much, but you have to save something. It didn't matter if it killed you...you HAD to meet your savings goals and you HAD to live within your budget. When this tired old soldier showed up at the gun shop I almost lost it because I was $25.00 short of the price. (425.00 was a kings ransom back when we were challenged by making rent and buying diapers). It was the first of many times my wife proved how deep her love was for me - and waived our budget for that month. It's an old used Auto Ordnace that shot like a house afire. Not bad for a dumb arse kid with a new family, a crappy dead end job, and turd for brains eh?
It shot well for years but the Auto Ordnance finally died. It had been bought used, refinished twice, and when a barrel bushing had cracked and was replaced, it never shot the same again. It's a paperweight now, I suppose...and all I needed was the time to actually get out and buy a new one but time was a precious commodity now... and hitting the gun shop was a trick - never mind getting in range time. I was no longer a goofy kid working for peanuts and spending down time on the range. I was caught smack dab between my crew, my manager, and the CEO of the company. They were all good folks but when ya got em all together their IQ's dived and they couldn't find their collective arse with both hands! One day at a meeting I blew my stack, got up and left. My manager went with me and was trying to talk me out of turning in my notice ... and we ended up at P&D. Instantly I calmed down and started some therapeutic browsing. I bought the Heckle & Cack on impulse; I told my daffy boss I was going to shoot him with it as soon as the paperwork cleared. He bought a Sig P220 and told me he would give me a home lobotomy with it if I tried. (Ya gotta respect a man's right to self defence, dontchya?) Eventually the inbred cretins in our senior management ran the company into the dirt. I bailed out and hired on in a sales management position at another company...but the boss went down with the ship and got the punt when the company closed its doors for good. He drives a truck now and loves it. The dummy sold the P220 though so he is still the same idiot today that he was 7 years ago...but he's doing alright.
Don't get me wrong. I love H&K. I know there are haters and some are legit, but my HK USP Tactical .45 shot like a champ. I still have it too, and I am trying to gather up the gumption to throw it on the EE. Or maybe not...bargaining with you guys here is a PITA and sometimes any excuse to keep an old friend around is a good one...but I got the hankering for another honest to gawd 1911 .45.
I had bought one of those M1A Loaded match rifles from the boys at Prophet River a year back. Ever shoot one of those? All I can say is WOW. What a sweetheart. Sure, most bolties and snipers will wipe the matt with the M1A for accuracy...but it comes at the cost of romance, nostalgia and character. The M1A has soul, and it shoots as good off your hind feet as it does off the bench! Mine goes 1.5 MOA off the bench, and will do it in winds and snow if I do my part. What more do you need? So when life slowed down a bit I figured I would see if the guys at Springfield Armoury could do the same thing in a pistol - but apparently the locals around here can't get SA easily and had no interest in trying so I went back to Clayton and Tanner at Prophet River for the pistol too! They had to hustle, shuck and jive but they got me this gun when nobody else could - a Springfield Armoury Trophy Match pistol. It's just the ticket for the old fart and is a fine reward for a fella that has somehow managed to dodge Murphy and Darwin for half a lifetime! I have a little more time now and once in awhile, I can even sneak out for time with the pistols now and then. As that gun slinging Texan on Youtube says...'Life is good!'
So I guess if my turd brained ex-boss is the same idiot he was 7 years ago... then I must be the same idiot I was 30 years ago! I think that makes me the winner, for as Red Green says, ya can't stay young but you can always stay immature!'
Sorry for the novel, range report to follow soon. I just have some places to go and people to be first...!
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