The young owner of the 9 mm pistol then proudly turned to my wife to exclaim,
“ If that was a real man…he’d be thinking twice about coming at me.”
And that may well have been true, but truer still was that by this time the wife had loaded her snub nose .38 special and calmly sent one single round down range to create a .38 of an inch hole directly in the center of the silhouettes forehead,
“He doesn’t think at all.” …..is what my wife informed the young man who at this point had decided he’d had enough and went home only to be replaced by two gents happy to try out their brand new Colt .45 pistols. Again it was a series of endless rapid fires with the tightest group shot no smaller than a basketball as the wife slowly plinked away with her .38 special.
“Care to try a “real” pistol little lady ?” asked the buffoon as he proudly offered his new Colt .45 to my wife. And so Maggie took the pistol and though her tiny fingers could barely reach around the grips she managed to methodically put the pistols seven round capacity into a two inch knot dead in the center of the target…..
“I don’t like it…it’s too powerful for me.” she informed the owner as he was handed back his pride and joy.
Kind of a shame really that the wife has no interest in the shooting sports because I’m betting she’d be really good at it……
