Last Sunday we went to the range and I fully intended on renting a .45 caliber 1911. I wanted something big and shiny - something I'd be left drooling over the rest of the week, pining away, wishing I could win the lottery so I could just take it home and make it mine.
Anyway...when I got to the range and looked in the display case, they didn't have a 1911. Not one. I had a brand new, unopened box of .45 and was being denied. No soft shove of the recoil, no satisfyingly large bullet holes in my targets...tragic. Plus, I really needed some blogfodder.
What to do, what to do?
"Wait," I thought to myself. "They make .45 caliber handguns that aren't 1911s, right? I should try one of those and broaden my horizons a bit. Variety is the spice of life and all that..."
I spied a Ruger P345. We own a Mark II and an SP101 and I enjoy shooting those, so why not? I asked to see it.
Hmm...a little chunky for my taste, and I wasn't fond of the plastic feel, but since I'll shoot anything once, I rented it...
...and I liked it. My first shots were easily near the center of the target, the trigger was nice and crisp and I didn't mind at all that the pistol wasn't a 1911. I suddenly realized that it was the .45 caliber ammunition I had fallen so deeply in love with, not the pistol I was using to shoot it. Now, we all have preferences as to what is most pleasing to our eye, that's only natural. I like paintings by Picasso, the color cobalt blue, guys with goatees, arts & crafts furniture, orange tabby kittens and pistols designed by John Moses Browning. So I will always love 1911s aesthetically - to me, they will always be the most well designed pistols and someday I will have a beauty of my very own. But to shoot? Doesn't matter what it is, as long as it's a .45.