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"No, I used to have one, but no more."
"Well next month, in Thibodaux, the Glock Sport Shooting Foundation is putting on a tournament," explained Jack. "You have to shoot a Glock though."
"You mean no 1911s can apply?"
"Well, I used to have a Glock 26, but the rear sight kept coming loose and sliding around. I eventually sold it, I just didn't care for the thing."
"If you can beg, borrow or...... Well.... Get a Glock, let me know. We'll get you signed up."
"What if I just paint my 1911 black and get some Bondo to put on the frame to make it ugly?"
Jack chuckled and drove on.
I returned to the firing line when the range went hot. I began to notice a gradual decline in my accuracy with the Kimber, and then, it all went Titantic on me. I had hits all over the target. Damn. Someone had said
I put the Kimber in my range bag and continued to shoot a while with the 22 caliber revolver. When I get home, either I will shim that rear sight, or I will use red Loc-Tite on the screw.
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