New Old Guy/Old New Guy From Ohio
I'm pushing 60. Was brought up in a single-parent home and there were no guns in the house. The subject never came up.
Got married at 30 and two things happened: my mom was threatened by a nut job and I also realized I was now responsible for somebody other than myself ... my wife.
My best friend grew up around guns and we started talking more and more about them. He bought a Ruger Security Six for defense and I shot it and we did some trap shooting as well and I fell in love with shooting sports. My new wife bought me a Mossberg 500 for our second Christmas with a riot barrel/28" modified barrel combo. I still have it.
My first handgun was a Ruger Blackhawk .357 Magnum. Not a good choice as a defense gun but it was fun to shoot. I even started reloading, using the crude old Lee reloading system where you literally hammered the cases into dies and used spoons to measure the powder. :biggrin2: It worked, albeit very slowly. But I loaded several hundred rounds of both .38 Special and .357 Magnum and I had the bug. I could shoot more, spend less and have fun, all at the same time. Eventually, I bought a Lee Turret Press and even the Progressive 1000 (an experiment I label as a failure ... I still use the Turret, though.)
As the years went by, awash in hormones and a little spending money, I managed to buy/trade/swap/sell virtually every kind of handgun available. Single action revolvers. Double action revolvers. Single action automatics. Double action automatics. Lever action rifles. Semiauto rifles. Bolt action rifles. Pump shotguns. Semiauto shotguns. And combinations thereof ... in all kinds of calibers: .22, .38 Special, .357 Magnum, .41 Magnum, .44 Special, .44 Magnum, 9mm, .45 ACP, .223, 12 gauge, .30-30, etc. It was an interesting time. I shot on average of 100 rounds per week through one gun or another. Colts, Rugers, Smith & Wessons, Stars, Llamas, Astras, Springfields, Winchesters, Remingtons, Glocks, on and on an on. It was embarrassment of riches, although I was far from rich. But I enjoyed shooting and guns and wanted to try as many as I could.
Eventually, as with so many things, the steam just ran out. And eventually, propelled by a divorce, so did the money. And I hesitantly came to the decision that I'd owned too many guns in too many calibers and hadn't mastered any of them. It was time to fish or cut bait.
What did I shoot best?
Well ... single action-type autos, particularly the 1911 and the Glock.
So that's what I stayed with: A Parkerized Springfield 1991 that's stone stock except for a Videcki trigger I installed myself.
And a Gen 2 Glock G19 9mm with Trijicon night sights. And a G36 .45ACP I bought on a whim over ten years ago. I've always been enamored with smaller .45s, for some unknown reason (I owned two Colt Officers ACP models) and immediately liked the G36, thinking at the time, "It would be a nice gun to carry someday if the dumb politicians in this state ever have the guts to pass concealed carry legislation like they have elsewhere."
Fast forward a few years. And now, miracle of miracles, the great state of Ohio has passed a concealed carry law. And my old friend, now working for a security firm, calls me one day and offers me the opportunity to take the CCW course for free. :image035:
Needless to say, I jumped at the chance. Now remarried to the love of my life, who has three beautiful children, but also struggling with unemployment after over 30 years in one job, I was glad I had made good choices years before. And that G36 I chose on a whim, became my everyday carry gun in either a Don Hume beltslide or a Supertuck IWB.
The funny thing is, even with my slowly failing eyesight and advancing age, I shoot much better now than I did 30 years ago. I've learned trigger control and shoot essentially only three guns, my 1911, my G19 and the G36. I have "mastered" them all and am comfortable with them.
My wife, who didn't grow up around guns, initially was put off by the idea of having a husband who carries a gun. Too "paranoid", too "out there". And yet ... and yet there have been times when a scary-looking guy has approached our car at a stop light and she looks at me, knowing I've got a .45 or a 9mm on me. And she's slowly learned not only to live with it ... but dare I say, embrace it?
I can't imagine not being armed now. I'm glad I live in a country and state where I am free enough to do so and to protect myself and my loved ones if, God forbid, it is ever necessary.