So yesterday I went back to the range because… well, I don’t have to explain it you y’all now, do I?
Gave the little Walther/Hammerli a good thrashing, just with .22 LR and not with the WinMag because… well, that’s a story for another time.
Anyway, all good things come to an end, and I hadn’t brought a semi-auto rifle or pistol along to finish off all the .22 ammo I had in the bag (I know, I know…).
So I decided to give the 1911 a little love and attention. so I packed the rifle away and reached into the gun bag for some practice .45 ammo, and came away empty-handed. Well, shit.
Never mind, thinks I, I ‘ll just pop off a couple mags from what C.W. calls my “EDC” pack-out, and call it a day.
Well, I came up short there, too. All I had was what was already loaded in the 1911… and instead of the two or three backup mags I typically carry, there was only one.
Well shit, Part 2. No way was I going to shoot off the only two mags I had (and go home with an empty gun? NFW, bubba).
So I blew through one mag at 50 feet (with quite a decent outcome: apparently I haven’t forgotten how to shoot the 1911 yet)… and went home with only the one mag in the 1911.
I felt naked. I mean: just one mag for my carry piece? [shudder]
(I should point that really, the 1911 is just to buy me time to get to the trunk, where all sorts of other options are available, but still.)
Anyway, instead of doing a little grocery shopping on the way back, I went straight home and took care of the (miserly) EDC pack-out situation. Then I went back out to do the extra shopping.
Lesson learned: check your EDC supplies before leaving the house.
Oh, and one more thing. It’s coming up to mid-July here in the Lone Star State, which means:
