It was really too cold to know if the Ruger was shooting to the left still, or if it was me. The wind chill sapped any ability to concentrate. Since the 45s were shooting left as well, I suspect it was me. I put about a hundred rounds through the Ruger, four magazines through the Defender and maybe two magazines through the Kimber before I was ready to retreat into the warmth of the range shack. To be honest, I don't know how the folks up North are able to train year round. I was numb.
Once I had warmed up a bit, I took the Defender to the steel plates and shot another four magazines through it. The plates were falling, the little pistol was shooting well. When I was done, I slammed a fresh magazine full of HydraShoks in the bottom, chambered a round, snicked on the safety and holstered the pistol. I dropped my hoodie over it and gathered my equipment. The conditions at the range were miserable. That was enough.
On the way home, I stopped by Wal-Mart to pick up some ammunition. I have been building up my supply for the past few weeks. Wally World was out of 45 ACP White Box in the value packs, but they still had some value packs of 9mm. I asked for a couple of them, and I placed several bulk packs of Federal 22 ammunition beside them on the counter. I noticed they had raised the price of the 22 ammunition by a dollar over the past few days.
When I got home, I removed the Ruger and Kimber from my range bag, and I unholstered the Defender. Damn. A grip screw was missing. The others were loose. I had no short grip screws for slim grips in my parts bin. I would either have to shorten one, or order some. I compared the longer screws that I had to the ones in the Defender, and the finish was different. To make it right, I would have to order parts. Cest le' vie.... I wanted a solid trigger as well. It is time.