Good evening, Ladies & Gents.
My name is John and, as others have done before, I've been lurking around here for quite some time. I'm the quiet type... would much rather do more listening than talking. Texas is home for my wife and me. My first gun was a Daisy lever-action and the targets were crackers... or tin cans... or occasionally the little plastic Army man that got separated from the others. Since then there have been pistols, revolvers, rifles, more pistols, shotguns, more pistols, and then a few more pistols. I would have to say that handguns are my favorite - particularly modern duty or defensive semi-automatic pistols.
The shooting is fun, the cleaning is cathartic, and the collecting is gosh-darn expensive but worth every penny. Do you have one of those guns that you just like to sit and hold? You know the one... shiny blue steel, deeply figured wood grips, the unmistakeable aroma of Hoppes... the one that you turn over and over in your hands just so you can marvel at the craftsmanship, the engineering, the near perfect blend of form and function. You rack the slide, slowly press the trigger, and then... yep - it still breaks just like a glass rod. What is it about these things that have such a hold on us? I don't know... but it makes me smile.
Well, I fear I've said too much. Y'all probably think I'm either a fool or a nut - maybe both. So be it... I am what I am. God bless and stay safe.