Accurate!

What a spectacular day at the range.

First, I shot the Glock 26, which rewarded me handsomely. There were flyers, but the little core hole in the center of the target seems to be getting smaller.

Here is the second batch of 25 shots.

The big challenge to my concentration today was an attack by horseflies nearly as big as roaches. Before I started shooting, I saw something dark on my shoulder, and when I looked, it turned out to be a huge black horsefly, sucking away. When I flicked it off, a bloodstain appeared on my shirt. For several minutes, I was freaked out, trying to figure out where the flies were coming from. These things are amazing. They fly off and hide behind things, and then they come back. And they seem to know you can only see them when they’re on the front of your body. I managed to swat one with my hand, and then I enjoyed the luxury of smearing it slowly across the concrete floor. Next time: bug repellant.

After 50 shots with the Glock, I nervously got out the SW1911 and 50 of my homemade rounds. I put on a face shield. I had decided looking stupid was better than looking like a plate of Spaghett-O’s. And the first 25 rounds worked quite well.

This ammunition shoots beautifully. I don’t know if it’s because it’s so low in power or what, but even with the flies on my mind, I shot very well. The recoil was very low. I guess 5.1 grains of Unique is a small charge.

I had one problem. Some rounds didn’t like to chamber all the way, so I had to push the slide a little. I attribute this to my hesitance to crimp the rounds too much. They still have a slight bell to them, and I think it makes them reluctant to go all the way into the chamber. So I’ll fix that. It’s not a problem. One round was totally uncooperative, so I brought it home. Here are the 24 remaining shots:

Two people brought me .45 brass! Aren’t conservatives the greatest people? It’s too bad liberals think we’re all skinheads and people who failed the Klan entrance exam. They’re missing out on a lot. I gave some Shoot-N-C’s to one guy. The other seemed to have his needs covered.

There was a guy next to me, shooting reloads out of what looked like a race gun. I didn’t want him to think I was horking his brass, so I left a few of my empties in his area. I probably brought home 300 cases, and frankly, I preferred the nice new ones to my twice-fired ones. I also plundered the range for 9mm brass.

I had a primer fall out after I shot the round. Not sure what that’s all about.

I hate to say it, but it looks like reloading is for me. Cheaper than factory ammunition, and I think I’m getting substantially better accuracy. The gun looks pretty greasy; I guess it’s the lube from the bullets. And the powder seems fairly dirty.

I’m thinking I may go up to 6 grains and stop. I also need to find a recipe for my Hornady 230-grain hollowpoints. I probably have one here somewhere. I’m tempted to shoot tomorrow.

Seems like nickel cases gave me more trouble today. Is that normal? Maybe they’re harder than the brass ones.

Great day. And I didn’t even blow my face off.