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Old 07-02-2009, 07:16 PM
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A short thought...

In my professional career I have pointed loaded guns at miscreants of varying malfeasance.... and thinking back on it... and being prone to having miscellaneous random thoughts at the most opportune times... I remember thinking on a number of occasions that the sights on my Glock were rather large when superimposed over the chest of said evil doer... fortunately, they have all seen the error of their ways when having their own special "come to jesus" moment and I have not had to turn the gun on... with a little grace and luck I will NEVER have to turn it on when confronted by other homosapien's or perhaps they will be a little less sapien... anyway I digress... the point being that even when scared I had trained to the point that the gun only felt natural when I was looking through the sights....

and Yes I can hit targets thrown in the air using my sights... and yes I have shot trap with a .22 rifle and a S&W 22s pistol with a dot scope (done by moving the trap to the 500 meter rifle range) and solid lead single bullet loads with some minor success and yes the very first guy I pointed a gun at was in Garden Grove 29 years ago... I was leaving the gun shop I worked at at about 0200 after working some overtime fixin' guns and was confronted by a guy with a ponytail wearing an eyepatch who insisted I buy some dope.. and when he reached into a bag I drew a 1911 on him... the hoag sights looked big I am sure but I must admit that at 2 ft. I was simply indexing the gun on his sternum .... he decided to ply his trade in Stanton or Anaheim or someplace elsewhere...gives me the willies thinkin' about it and writin' about it... anyway... I guess I wasn't ACTUALLY lookin at the sights at the time... but give me a break... I was 21 and had no formal training other than what most other American redneck Oakies from Kern get...which was quite a lot come to think about it... but things have progressed some since then
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