Tallbald
Buckeye
After reading volumes of reviews and digesting countless sung praises for the Glock 26, I had to hold one myself to see if I was missing something. Off I went with my adult son to the LGS where there were glass cases filled with Glocks of all calibers and configurations. In the adjacent case were scads of Glock wannabes from Smith, Beretta, Taurus and yes Ruger. As I stood there holding the 26 I thought to myself "what am I doing even contemplating going down this road?". I suppose that to some, plastic..excuse me.....polymer frame handguns sing of modernism and functionality. But if so, their song falls on deaf ears no matter how I hold and examine one. And to make my views dimmer yet, the clerk proudly showed me a used Glock with custom work done by a rather skilled hand. He went on to explain that the extensive stippling added to the formerly smooth areas of the grip was done with a heated metal pointed thing of some sort. Creative, but certainly no chased metal checkering that always drew my eye on custom metal handguns.
I handed the modern whiz bang 9mm wondergun back to the clerk with a thanks and a handshake. I reached across the counter and picked up my trusty, heavy, old school SP101 .357 in its leather pocket holster made with enthusiasm and care by me many years ago. I slipped my steel revolver in my front right pocket. It sang to me as I slid it into place. Don
I handed the modern whiz bang 9mm wondergun back to the clerk with a thanks and a handshake. I reached across the counter and picked up my trusty, heavy, old school SP101 .357 in its leather pocket holster made with enthusiasm and care by me many years ago. I slipped my steel revolver in my front right pocket. It sang to me as I slid it into place. Don