one of favorite range stories that happened in Houston, Texas years ago.
I was shooting at an outdoor range in West Houston one Saturday, and a guy pulls up in a some very expensive Italian Sports car like a Ferrari or Maserati.
Naturally, all of us clunker drivers were impressed and stopped to watch a very large Mexican Gentleman get out of his car with his range bag. He unveiled
a beautiful gold plated Desert Eagle. The gun was as big as he was....not sure of the caliber...44Magnum from way it sounded. Anyway, the guy loads up
a couple of mags and was strutting around like a Peacock during mating season. We all waited in anticipation to see how Mr. Macho could shoot, and he knew
we were watching. He took forever to get his target down range and then proceeded to empty two full mags into the berm.....and not once did he come close
to the target. Needless to say we were all rolling on the ground laughing at this clown as his grip, and gun control was hidious and the results of his shooting session
were just as bad. He brought his target back to the bench and in his shame quickly realized that not one round had contacted the target....packed up his stuff and
jumped back in his $100,000 sports car and peeled out while flipping all of us off in his retreat.
...moral of the story? You can buy a Desert Eagle, but it won't turn you into Arnold the Terminator.