The other day I decided to change magazines in my S&W Shield 9. I decided to do that in order to unload the mag and give the spring within a rest. And why is my Shield 9 my EDC instead of my SP101? Because I'm waiting on a custom-made Wright Leather Works holster for the SP as I don't like the Galco holster. It's made for a J-frame and too much of the SP's trigger remains exposed. Apparently the two revolvers are not quite the same size.
Knowing a round was still in the pipe of the Shield, I racked the slide, looked in the palm of my hand. No round. Racked the slide again. Same thing. No round. This was perplexing as I always carry a round in the pipe. Or do I? Maybe an amiable senescence is settling in. Then I got smart. There's a peep hole in the top of the slide. I looked. No round. At this point I put the gun down on the work bench, thoroughly confused, and stepped back. A mechanic friend once told me, "When I can't solve problem I walk away from it and work on another car for awhile. It helps. When I return to the other car with its original problem I have a fresh mind set." So I went into the house, made a cup of coffee and thought. I'm an old guy with a bit of arthritis in my hands and my grip strength isn't what it used to be. Aha! I returned to the garage. Sure enough. I hadn't racked the slide all the way back even though I was convinced I had, and because my grip was so wimpy I guess I didn't release the slide with enough force to fully return to battery. I looked at the slide, it was maybe a 1/4 of inch out. I pushed it forward, heard an audible 'click' and again peered into the peep hole. A shiny object was visible. This time I racked the slide with newfound strength and out popped the round.
Lesson learned: A) Be aware of your limitations that come with age, and B) None of this would have happened with a revolver.
Knowing a round was still in the pipe of the Shield, I racked the slide, looked in the palm of my hand. No round. Racked the slide again. Same thing. No round. This was perplexing as I always carry a round in the pipe. Or do I? Maybe an amiable senescence is settling in. Then I got smart. There's a peep hole in the top of the slide. I looked. No round. At this point I put the gun down on the work bench, thoroughly confused, and stepped back. A mechanic friend once told me, "When I can't solve problem I walk away from it and work on another car for awhile. It helps. When I return to the other car with its original problem I have a fresh mind set." So I went into the house, made a cup of coffee and thought. I'm an old guy with a bit of arthritis in my hands and my grip strength isn't what it used to be. Aha! I returned to the garage. Sure enough. I hadn't racked the slide all the way back even though I was convinced I had, and because my grip was so wimpy I guess I didn't release the slide with enough force to fully return to battery. I looked at the slide, it was maybe a 1/4 of inch out. I pushed it forward, heard an audible 'click' and again peered into the peep hole. A shiny object was visible. This time I racked the slide with newfound strength and out popped the round.
Lesson learned: A) Be aware of your limitations that come with age, and B) None of this would have happened with a revolver.