Damn it, Man. I don’t need a new 1911 .45. No, I don’t. Why do I need another one?
We had a Kimber Desert Warrior that had come in on trade some time ago. It’s been riding the shelf almost completely untouched for a couple months. I remember selling the gun to the fellow years ago. This was before Kimber took they QC Nose Dive. I examined the gun carefully. He carried the gun a lot, then let it ride his gun safe a lot. But he didn’t shoot it very much. There is only a little finish wear on the frame rails from cycling, which is nothing because we have new guns on the shelf with more. The breach face still looks new.
My cost on it was real good. So it went into the back on Layaway. I’ll take my time getting it payed off… I’m in no rush to take it home. It still has those weird yellow waffle-like grips. I hate those things. Those are going Bye-Bye as soon as I finish the 4473 on it.
I don’t have much gasoline in the truck, and I’m so broke I can’t afford to pay attention. But I have ammo and Ballistic Testing Zone One is practically out the back door of Ogre Ranch. So we did a little bit of shooting while the kids were doing school work.
The Sterling was once again… impressive. The gun was flawless, but one of the magazines was under-sprung and caused two malfunctions when loaded to capacity. Continue reading Commander, Sterling, and a P-11.