From Miguel Gonzalez: "Train like you fight." A sacred cow that needs slaughtering.
I am going to tick off followers with this post, but it needs to be said: There is no way in God’s green-and-blue Earth that you will train for any specific fight you may encounter. You do not actually go the the range with a bed and practice waking up butt naked (or in jammies), retrieve the gun and proceed to slaughter cardboard targets while the rest of the attendants look at you and frantically call 911 to report a mad man with a gun.
People ask me why I like revovlers so much. It is because when I wake up in the middle of the night, because I have heard something, my mind is not clear, not even if adrenaline is pumping. I want the simplest firearm I can get for that scenario. If you're wondering what that might be, consider the title to this blog.
Do I hate semiautomaitcs? No. I have a few. I love them. Well, except for the Bersa .380 that took a dip in the saltwater. I still have it in case there is ever a "gun buyback" in my area; it's a paperweight from the rust. (Rust never sleeps. Water always wins.)
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