50-Shot Groups Tighten Up

The range treated me fairly well today.

I have fallen in love with the Glock 26, because it has been consistently shooting better for me than my full-size guns. So it’s what I started with today. I started with 25 shots. And things didn’t go all that well. I’m wondering if there is something about the Wolf ammunition I shot last time, that this gun likes. I shot okay today, but it seemed like I could not get in a groove and avoid flyers. Toward the end, this group tightened up.

The second 25 were a little crazy. Sometimes you learn something really valuable while you’re shooting a batch of rounds, but by the time you learn it, the target already looks bad.

I’m using smaller bullseyes now. They’re cheaper, and the big ones were a waste at 7 yards, because I only used the middle.

The SW1911 treated me very well today. I started with Federal ammunition, which I liked a lot. This is 20 shots. Don’t ask me why it’s not 25. I lost count somehow. More than once, I stopped shooting to make sure the barrel was clear, because the bullet literally went through the same hole as the one before it. That also happened with the Glock. I actually opened it up and sighted down the inside of the barrel. That was a satisfying sensation. If only I could do it consistently.

Here is the rest of the box. I held one back so I could use it to compare to my reloads.

After that, I shot 49 rounds of CCI ammunition I bought from the range. I liked it a lot, but it seemed like the first few shots went crazy. I wonder if that was me, adjusting to new ammunition. I held back a second round.

I was very happy with the .45 today. I felt like I improved my sight picture as well as my trigger pull and the way I gripped the gun with the weak fingers of my right hand. That last item makes a big difference.

The wind was insane, as usual. I had trouble with the target rocking back and forth, but I think I managed not to shoot while it was moving.

Some guy had a big box of Winchester .45 ammunition, and he was shooting the whole thing. Guess who got his brass? BAH HA HA. I score!

Another idyllic afternoon, in the pre-Hillary bloom of American conservatism.

In other news, Chris Muir is bringing the Colt nuts down on his head.