Sorry this is so long, but you all know I'm a little overly-verbose.
A friend wanted to try out my S&W 1911, so we scheduled a time to head to the range today at lunch time. Unfortunately, he got caught up on a conference call and was unable to make it, but since I had the chance, I figured I'd take it to put a few more rounds down range.
The trip ended up being a bit more than I bargained for.
It was just after 11:30am, so no-one was there except me, so I tool the furthest spot from the entrance. I had only brought 100 rounds of 9mm for my Glock 19, and about one box of .45 for the 1911, so I started chewing through the .45 first. About the time I finished that box, I noticed there was another gentleman on the other side of the range. I'd guess him to be around 50 years old, but he acted much younger than that. He was very skinny, but well-dressed. It looked like he was shooting a full-framed Sig, but I never really got a good look at it (I think it was a 226).
During a break in shooting, we both headed to the trash can at the same time to ditch used targets, so we struck up a conversation. He was a very pleasant fellow (at first, anyway). I was expounding on how much I loved my S&W 1911 as he followed me back to my end of the range, and he noticed my Glock 19 sitting on the bench behind me, and he said, "oh, so you shoot those plastic guns, too?" I snicked a little, and told him yes, that it "was the gun I shoot best. It's just always been accurate and reliable for me. I have thousands of rounds through it and hours of trigger time, and I carry it often because I trusted it." He then (quite literally) turned a deep shade of red, and smoke pored out of his ears.
He was just short of yelling -- though, still smiling at me -- telling me how much he hated "plastic crap". Glocks were dangerous, and that every single law enforcement agency was switching to all-steel guns, and no-one used them any more, and that even pistol competitions weren't allowing them any more. Oh, and I should trust him, because he had 20 years of law enforcement experience.
I kept my cool, and let him finish before I responded. I told him, "Glock's aren't for everyone. Some people swear by them and some people swear about them."
That comment simply didn't fly with him. He told me how "dangerous" my gun was, and that even having it on the range made the entire environment dangerous -- my gun was liable to blow up at any time. At this point, I kind of shrugged off the conversation, and tried to dismiss him so I could get back to shooting -- arguing with this guy was pointless. He got the hint and walked away, all huffy-like. I heard him say, "stupid civilians" as he walked back to his booth.
A few minutes later, he came back -- while I was loading up magazines -- and made me a challenge. He said, "I have a few reloads here that I want you to shoot through your Glock."
Apparently, a few of his reloads didn't come off the press right. It looked to me like he didn't adjust the primer seating depth which resulted in a few high-set primers. "I didn't even think they would chamber," he said, "but they did, and they shoot just fine. Will your gun shoot them?"
I firmly declined. He walked off all sorts of pissed off, muttering, "no way your Glock will shoot these. Reliability my [expletive]." I finished the next magazine and headed back to work.
Sorry, but I'm not shooting known defective loads. That's just insane -- he's crazy for even trying to shoot these rounds! I'm kind of surprised that his gun would even go in to battery... these primers were way out. If he was worried that they wouldn't even chamber, then I sure as all get-out wouldn't put them through my guns.
Please, someone... tell me I'm not the crazy one here.
I looked up "Ninjas" at Thesaurus.com.
Thesaurus.com: "Ninjas can not be found."
Well played, Ninjas. Well played.