Nightmare......

Bob Wright

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Nita and I were having breakfast this morning prior to getting ready for church. I mentioned that I had had a nightmare, and she said something about my mumbling some protest in my sleep. She asked me if I remembered it. I did.

In this nightmare, I am in a large store, such as Bass Pro or something, with a considerable amount of cash in my pocket. Suddenly, I use some of this to buy a new gun~its a .380 AUTOMATIC, WITH BLACK POLYMER FRAME!


Apparently I roused up before the sale was complete!


Bob Wright
 
I don't have that nightmare, I do have a poly .380. Goes bang real nice, looks tiny but makes a loud bang every time. Oh yeah, within 15yds or so it's plenty accurate to do the job.
 
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Suddenly, nap time is too scary to contemplate...I'm ok with poly-plastic whatever within limits but I understand Mr. Wright is NOT !
 
I think you better run to your gun store and find some blued steel and walnut to handle. Either that or sleep with one of those pretty revolvers of yours to ward off any future nightmares.
 
Or,
take that polymer plunge and watch that nightmare turn into a dream. Broaden those horizons my good man!! :lol:
 
Oh no!

And while we're at it, what's better, synthetic or conventional?

3000 miles or 6000 between changes?

Somebody get the popcorn.
 
I believe in 5000 with the synthetic blend.

If my 380 will just barely kill someone and Bob's 44 will drastically kill someone that someone is still killed dead aren't they. I hate nightmare !!!!!
 
Reminds me, Mr. Wright, of a local event. Seems 2 of the local pushers got into an argument and one pulled a .380 and emptied it at the other, who absorbed 7 hits. Now, I don't know where the hits were, but he survived and both are now incarcerated.
 
Hi Colonel, good to see you here.

Your story reminds me of a similar one I know first hand. About 9 years ago I had some surgery. While I'm waiting my turn under the knife I see an old friend of my father's from years gone by. He was in for some follow up surgery, I think scar management or something? Long story short, he had been the recipient of 5, yes 5 .38 special rounds delivered to him courtesy of his ex-wife in the parking lot of the local Auto zone via a 2" snubbie. I forget now just where they all hit, a couple I think were grazing shots, but he had an abdomen full of surgical scars to fish the other three out. He was an average size guy and lucky to be alive. As we talked I remembered the local news coverage but failed to make the connection by name until I saw him. Lucky man he was.
 
Best way to conquer your fears is to face them head on. That was your brain's way of telling you to buy a poly pocket pistol...
 
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